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there’s an absence
everywhere i look invisible horses are cropping the lawn no birds on the sky but i can hear the wings beating and the wind rustling the branches my blood is a crouching animal waiting to pounce more and more threatened by invisible walls elongated shadows of dead memories chained to my back are screaming their anguish don’t worry it’s just a phase that i’m going through one way or another i’ll find a way out of this mess the day folds into afternoon then into night
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