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Jan 2015
I've dropped the reigns
which hold firm
my fingers and wrists.
They have galloped from
my control,
as I struggle to
steady them.
Inhaling through
flared quivering nostrils.
I struggle to fill the
space in my chest,
so I can empty it
instantly
with a tight ****** scream.
AMcQ
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AMcQ  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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