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Shifts from what is real to what is felt. Unsure. Steep climb. Subtle vibrations. What captivates are the hours and the music. What hold me is art, in it’s cradle of wounds. Take me up out of the dark, effortlessly, angel.
Moving day. The beginnings of new life. New loves and configurations. A vow to renew my vision, to shade my world with colors, to stop the tears. It is easy and it is impossible— I rest somewhere in between. Hold fast, don’t let me go.
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adf 10.3.11
Oct 03. 0 Notes.
