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Apr 2015
constantly torn between overflowing and swallowing,
sharing and keeping it to myself, for myself
if i let it ooze, will anyone be there to mop it up?
and even if they did, would they continue absorbing it
or simply wring themselves out?
i don't want to be forgotten
i don't want to be ridiculed
i want to be understood
Brooklynn Nights
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Brooklynn Nights  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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