AN OPEN BOOK

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her love for him was an open book and he wasn't fond of reading

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PANIC

Yesterday, burglars attacked me snuck in through my navel slithered through the gaps under the door of my mind tromped over and intruded my body a heist of calm state and innocence captured my breath, tamed my soul ruptured my walls and windows, cracks turned into sinkholes aggressively pulling out my innards my hefty veins intermittently becoming …