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Christine
Poems
Mar 2011
acid
This noise is acid on my brain
burning straight through
leaving none in its path.
I feel it-
the loss
the pain
the sizzle.
The empty hole it leaves
running straight from my skull to my breast.
I wish it would spread.
Leaving one with a hole is cruelty.
Destroying the total is a gift.
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