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BLAST TIME The swirls of blankness waft into my nostrils of belonging. Numbing breathlessness courses through my dying veins of loneliness.
The chill in the mind’s landscape- an aftermath of the blast time!! Forlorn stumps of dry birch reaching up in gnarled helplessness.
I know I am bleeding as my lips expand into a wry smile- Nothing ever belongs to me then why am I in a hurry to belong?? ~Ben Young~
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