fragments
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the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and
the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground;
it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer
I wish you could see
how i long for thee.
More than just predictably or physically,
but rather relentlessly
So many words slipping out of my tongue;
Unspoken words, words unheard of.
Words lost in the atmosphere scaterred within vibrations of itself.
When you can't put your thoughts into sentences or,
