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Jul 2011
I get it now! I think..

My body is just full of
Tricksters that seep in
Through the tiny cracks
Of my thoughts.

They make my blood
Race. Forcing my heart
To beat vigorously and
My mind to run continuous
Circles.

The little imps tear a
Nest for themselves
Inside my organs and
Wriggle around until
They’re comfortable.

Now that I know
They’re there, waiting,
Growing, how do I
Get them out?
Kimberle Killips
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