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Jan 2015
what's the point
of all this passive, tight-lipped anger?
it doesn't arrive as a heated storm,
pounding heart, bath of red, poison-tipped tongue.
it sits calm and constant,
and rots,
rots away my chest until there are too many holes to fix.
besides, you've long since stopped trying,
or stopped looking,
whichever fits you best.
but maybe one day- if i'm lucky-
this anger will eat me away entirely.
rosine
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   Shannon Delaney and MereCat
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