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Dec 2012
The flutter of uncertainty
makes me weep.
I feel like squiggly lines run through my legs and feet
and up toward my chest,
In my head
that I might break
piece by piece.
when I'm exuberant
I feel it too.
It hits me strange
in the mind,
trickles through the chest,
i'm out of breath,
and I weep
Margrett Gold
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Margrett Gold  moon
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