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Jun 2015
the bricks in my throat are piling up
one by one without consent
so quickly it reaches my mind
as if it happened in a snap of a finger
choking up my thoughts and emotions
disenabling me to express myself
to myself for myself
jat
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jat  meadow of daisies
(meadow of daisies)   
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   Cecil Miller and Eiliv Advena
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