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Ana Sweeney Nov 2016
My heart feels like it's
made of glass, if it cracks,  
it will shatter into tiny
granules of sand
Within the palm
of your sweet
hand.
  Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
Dark Delusion
Time* *stood still.
Death has already been here.
Forever *nothing.
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