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Sep 2015
A face
slick with tears.
A hand
thin with fear.
An eye
red with anger.
An attempt
to scream out at the world,
A string of symbols
woven together
made to conquer
the empty page.
A realization;
the letters
are small on the page,
vulnerable.
They may as well
not be there.
A sigh, a cry,
a pen dropped,
a door slammed.
Audrey Carlson
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Audrey Carlson  Deep in my Head
(Deep in my Head)   
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   Sara Leal, ryn and NV
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