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Mar 2015
Oh silence,
Such a familiar face, I know you so well.
Deja vu gusts through my hair as I admire your beautiful red pedals.
My attraction to you leaves me with pricked fingers without end,
But I cannot say I don’t like it.
So why do I keep coming back?

Oh uncertainty,
Where have you been?
We talk by the fire exchanging fond memories
Sipping bitter liquor that brings back illusions of better days
Despite the war in my mind, I am at peace.
I know of nothing else.

You can tell them I’m crazy, they’ll know I’m not the only one.
Katie Elliott
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Katie Elliott  High Springs
(High Springs)   
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