Finished Folds (1—4)
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3but don't worry- bubbles too have a purpose. to bring joy and perhaps a smile to a newborns face. existing a few seconds- the change you make. exciting crowds under a clear sky.
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2where had they gone?
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1loosing sight of my surroundings i felt motionless. still. silence. at ease. the red became my mother's womb- holding me- cupping me in her womb.
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1leaving behind a note. "the mints conceal the truth- covered in sheet of spearmint. the taste of rejection, accomplishment, and tomorrow fade with the melting tab on my palette"