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I was saved because the words
about my
uncommitted sin
were not spoken out loud
and were not being told through medias where it could be stored and recorded .
But , nonetheless ,
the voices ,
the words ,
still remain in the air ;
the air will always remember ,
the air will always know .
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YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
