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Aug 2015
Guilt is a tangible thing,
But not a manageable creature.
Locked in my ribs, an animal prowls,
Sharpening it's claws on the bones.
My hands shake with the reverberations
So I clamp them around my ribs,
Another barrier- another thing with claw marks in.
Lottie
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Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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