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Writer's picturesawyer kurtenbach

words

words


scribbled hastily on the side of my bedside drawer, overlapping in the dark--


dancing into my head in the middle of a conversation and i can do nothing but smile politely and nod while my fingers ache--


come alive by a simple smell or sight or the sound of a clock ticking ticking ticking--


even the ones that are the most lost can conjure up something


beautiful


in the span of a second.


(babies are born. loved ones lost. battles are fought. a smile. a sob.)

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