these words are hollow curl up through the air and stay vapor waiting to dissipate and i know i should not see them but i do i know i should not grasp on to the edges of threads but i do that anyways here i am nothing but words on a page fingers on keys a poem on a screen stuck between something like release and relief to finally set these words free.Birth sign: Libra
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