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Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…

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Sunburnt

She sprawled out across the sky, boredperfectly sun-kissed.From a distance, she could fitin my hands. Day, the name we hold dearest.Day, the name of the…

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Paris

She reminds me of Pariseverywhere she goes,everything she does. She sits on the couchand crosses her leg. Part of me wishes I knewsomeone who lived…

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