Writing
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Take me by the hand.Eyes adoring.Moving slowly,Please?Take me away from here.Again & again.Turn me from dyingInto ignition.OhNo
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running awayflip, flop lost a shoeclip, clop coming for you,can’t stop hacked in twochip, chop red blood flewdrip, drop— down,down,down, in thebasement your pieces plop!
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Joy stained with sadness. Spreading. Searching in the mirror: Hello and goodbye, hello–echo–hello! Goodbye, goodbye. Internal guard. Distracting. Defensive. Avoiding what happened before… Faltering. A puddle. A wrinkle of sadness in everything, for in your noticing is its ending–begin and end, begin and end–what happens in between the beginning and ending? Peace into pieces. Or…
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