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| "Swinging around the head as the flurries find their homes No matter what you said or where you stood They will coil around your internal borders Making you analyze and know yourself too well Surrounding and redefining your form Holding the flashlights like fracturing memories floating Cutting into the shallow waters and sinking with reflections pouring Over the many nightmares sliding on one's sweat Waking with the melting walls" 36"x48" |
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