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Aug 07, 2008 21:46



the fear of being alone, without ideals or place-markers or colored horizon
coupled with a sudden centered state
the incorrigible girl inside
silent and struggling to find the words

almost mourning the passing of a sadder time
the searing pain of breaking out of the water
interface between convalescence and waking life
it is the fear
of surfacing to find that everything on land has turned dry
escaped in the passing of time

the unbearable weight
of new.
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