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Nov 2014
As i was smoking a cigarette I noticed a strain of hair on my hand, i thought it could be moving, mustn't have fallen from a loch
I tried to pick it up and throw it somewhere unimportant but it was only smoke
tried
it went away
disappeared, faded away
disappeared
just like my mind.
ArianaRusso
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ArianaRusso  Lake worth
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   C J Baxter
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