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[aid] => mick
[title] => Mailing A Letter to Myself
[time] => 2016-06-05 02:10:10
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[bodytext] => If I keep my distance...
Peaking through the clouds on the very tip of my delicate faith
Blinking with unnatural haste and staggered breath
What do you see?
The inner crease of an angel/'/s wings...
Where today/'/s woes disappear into the blank tomorrow
Dare to gaze.
Don/'/t fear. Don/'/t seek confirmation of your foundation, or surely you will fall
Our limits exist in the mist - rub your eyes and the inevitable blur will deafen your senses
Let go.
Love that space in between - the intersection of being.
Consciousness... memory...
So desperate not to go. But, aware enough to know that I cannot stay.
Tying the bows neatly on my entire existence... while slowly unraveling into the universe.
There is no me.
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[informant] => odessa19
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