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Sara Austin Bailey, Writer
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I have wanted this
for so long.
ALL ALONG.
I didn’t know yet
What I was looking for
I only knew to look.
To hear—not just words,
But vibrations,
Gentle shaking.
Dislodged detritus
Snowglobes
Around me
I stand,
Fixed.
TRANSFIXED.
Flakes at my feet,
On my nose,
At fingertips.
ON THIS PAGE.
This magic
That I make
Makes everything.
I LET IT LAND.
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