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Inhale! Memories pierce the sanctuary. Bubble and peel the lines that begin to regress, pull it taught- to build the wall so thick. To protect from the tormentor the war it battles on. the heart, the mind, the soul! Each step I take through the cold, decline a glass of water. To begin to save my breath, trying to gather what's really left on that warm July day when she left. Alone! Thoughts tormented