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Saturday, February 21, 2009
There.
When I close my eyes
I imagine my voice
vibrating through your chest.
I bring you orchids,
bandages so you might see
when you open your eyes.
There is always the vision
When I close my eyes.
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Chase Springer
Brooklyn, NY, United States
22 year old Texas-born writer living in Brooklyn until I finish my bfa in writing from Pratt Institute this May, then it's off to the Golden Coast, San Francisco, and happiness
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