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a clean white page freshly pressed lined with blue punched three times stared back at my face a single hand took to pen scribbled in the margin words told stories which recounted memories and dreams blank ink streamed over the freshness connecting lines to swirls and dots to dots sparking electricity the lines save me from my past and protect me from the future decoding each line I wait to find the answer
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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a clean white page freshly pressed lined with blue punched three times stared back at my face a single hand took to pen scribbled in the margin words told stories which recounted memories and dreams blank ink streamed over the freshness connecting lines to swirls and dots to dots sparking electricity the lines save me from my past and protect me from the future decoding each line I wait to find the answer
rose-elizabeth
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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