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“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”

Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between rounded temples. Rising and falling, the rhythm of the sternum picks up as the heart races and breathing becomes silently short and swift. What am …

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“Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling, briefly, retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk.”

Her eyes full of possibility, washed over, like waves visiting sand locked shells, rolling briefly, and retreating to the vast, mysterious ocean where wonders lurk. She is her heart; it beats in sync with love, glowing for the world, but shrouded by palms gently swaying against a palette of pink, purple and pale orange. She is …

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Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy's great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from the outer side of this guo (国) that divies us by class. We are all a single thing- a thing beyond the scope, of these …

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