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and the beautiful unsummoned, skies imbued with a purple haze, she begged for clarity of direction. get a firm grip girl before you let go. exhale it all back into the world, she did.

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sierrademulder:

Hair falls over my face. Lips touch my shoulders.
I do not know their owners. They wander leashless
through the park. Our fingers are dowsing rods,
but there is no wetness. We move our mouths
in rotation, passing plates at a holiday dinners. Go back
for seconds. There is nothing filling about numbness.
This is a dull waltz. There is no music.
The dancers are all staring at the floor.

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