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Oct 2015
feeling exhausted
     and *****
random songs
fill my head
like a record spinning
        round and round
the same lyrics played
over
           and over
driving me to the brink
                 of craziness
imagining an eraser
I wipe my brain clean
leaving an empty shell
   unplugged
     quieted
but for the skip, skip, skipping
of the needle.
susan
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susan  chicago
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