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Aug 2010
Although I do try
To contain
These visions still protrude.
Left on me like a stain
Consume me like I am their food.

As flashbacks seep
From within me
Closure seems impossible to find.
Desperately longing to be set free
From this persistent slide show in my mind.
- From Half-Devoured Heart
Naomi Hartnell
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