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I can feel it seeping in, stopping before it begins

Her anger burns like acid, dripping silently through air ducts

Like a vicious stalking being

Yet, softer things too are there for seeing

Dreams are visible if you allow yourself to see

They float around seeking a sound

If we forget we might remember

What holds us together will be here forever

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