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Nov 2015
Though I'm alive,
The breath is stolen from my lungs.
Though I don't cry out,
My heart is being stung.

Though I stand motionless,
I'm thrown back through glass,
Though I remain quiet,
I'm soul screams, yearning to ask.

It all happens as
Time stands still and true.
This pain occurs
Every time I see you.
Every. Freaking. Time. It's really unfortunate.
Mary Alexander
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