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I reached out to touch the world

and felt fire and burning winds. This

made my search for solace get lost

before my hands reached it. I continued

the search with seared hands.

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That was disappointing. Then it rained

and the world turned to steam and pain.

New days came up gray. At those times,

my nerve endings screamed  see the world

like you, but that was the most iffy proposition

and rare.

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Pulling the pieces together was the same

as shattering the puzzle. Scattered became

the way to see and unveil. Sealed away

from the world,  thinking yearns for breath.

What was there  to be felt when I could not

emote clearly?

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allets

12-04-13

12:25a

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