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i get lost in

trying to feel

and document

everything

i possibly can

like the feeling of

ice sliding over

my tongue

or the strong

split-second smell

of my home

after being away

i get lost in

the memories

and the possibilities

and the detailed

and poetic

context

of everything

and it's so very easy

to forget

that i'm alive

-6/08/15-

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