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10:10 p.m. - 2016-08-02 in the still air the rock weighing down my chest. the rock i'm becoming. strong, solid, holding down the fort, but rough around the edges. and it's like a magnet for the moon into the air around me. i'm forgetting your skin, how you felt, but i still feel like the rock that crumbled to maybe drown or disintegrate. but it instead floats of memory. here it lies, here i am, here i become, a heavy piece of you.
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