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Sep 2014
REALITY
The silence lingers.
The skin of hand dryly stained in faded blue ink,
nostalgically resembling the joyful youth of veins.
There is nothing optimistic about this protraced reality.
ally m
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ally m
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   Juneau and Amanda
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