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2. Start taking care of each other.
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Unfinished letters1.Unfinished letters2 years ago in World Blindness Awareness More Like This
That is the point of/are they. Be those the careless side of live and be live be is/to. Them are is, the see is for be so did. Tariff, to, shall his, fare lee welcome, well, so complete cell, so hard to see hard fell to hand. The air before the sound began.
That start to be signified, to be these, here, three soundless. The soundless. Thee. Theses. Though. Though. These...
2.
Dear raccoon. My dear,
It's better now. I see the song birds, feel the wronged de-
light. Iris rose. Can you tell the color of my eyes. Can you see the color of my eyes that's more like. That's more. Like. That's.
A son came down, and thee desert drowned.
I'm
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And lost and found
And found itself inside of me
And would I want I could not have
The eyes to see off beaten paths
For beaten paths, familiar, flat,
And bruised by feet invited me.
And I obliged, caught like a child
On that trail long and weak.
A wanderlust, an endless mile
keeping just ahead of me.
Bites at my arms, sucking on my ring finger. A fountain. A cloud.
Walls collapse in fast motion. A city is built and decays, skyscrapers erected, lit, and felled in seconds like bars of light, one single sound, on a graphic equalizer.
A sustained explosion cuts through a man's face, each of his cells completely