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It
Terrible: Has it any worth? It? Has it any value anymore at all? It? Has it anything left in its shadowing capacity—where is the fortitude cleansed by grace? There lies some sort of power overcome by a vacuuming guilt riddled with shame intangible and abstract— It does not seem to matter, it does not seem…
M.M.
She sees her hand and takes it but it slips through, it vanishes in the air; it is gone yet it is there: untouchable, immaterial. Neither does her smile exist—it has no shine the lights behind her eyes, are nothing and she wonders: where had It gone? Has It always Not Been There? The many…