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Ariana Sweeney Apr 2014
It's as if time
    Becomes a wisp
  Of vapor.
It leaks from my memory
  And distorts my concept
    Of concept itself.

      Floating through a place
    Filled with clouds of
  Creamy crystals
Being grasped by their
  Seductive claws,
    Tantalizingly slow,
      A shudder.
Wrote this one when I was wwwwwaaayyyy too... well... look at the title and figure it out.

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