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Dec 2014
i remember the feeling of being
ten a.m. safety nets fresh pages
it’s ten p.m. now.
i punched a hole in my nose
with a single silver jewel
called it freedom.
ocean waves struggle back
to where they belong
it’s not a choice.
giant waves pulsing through
veins every time you walk in
they belong to you.
Elizabeth
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