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Nov 2014
All that you know adjusts in moving so slightly closer to you
Did anyone think to mention I'd be falling so long before they pushed me?
If anyone dreams of the cell I'm stuck in I'd so love if you could wake me.
The walls rearrange, the halls rearrange
Message in a bottle:
You're in me

Black.
If it's the light you want it's in the pit of this
Nonsense lifted veil.
I'll be there.
Run a bit closer.
Lenore Lux
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Lenore Lux  Portland
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