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something that is hazy and indistinct to the sight or mind All photos by Clara M.

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I'm on the corner waiting for a light to come on. That's when I know that you're alone. It's cold in the desert, water never sees the ground. Special unspoken without sound. Told me you love me, that I'd never die alone. Hand over your heart, let's go home. Everyone noticed, everyone has seen the signs. I've always been known to cross lines I never ever cried when I was feeling down. I've always been scared of the sound. Jesus don't love me, no one ever carried my load. I'm too young to feel this old Here's to you, here's to me. On to us, nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody but me.

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