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Sep 2015
The rooms spins as I tilt my head back,
I see lightning behind my eyes
The floor rocks like stormy water
I waver, pudding arms shake,
Gripping the wall for strength
My belladonna fingers limply clentched
The silent thunder fading
The frozen storm waning,
And back to reality I go....
Written by
MsAmendable  18/F/British Colombia, Canada
(18/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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