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Nov 2011
empty walls.
  time stalls.
    isolation.
     crowded halls.
      busy malls.
       anxiety.
        five hundred miles per hour in my head.
time.
space.
           gone.
so many,
        and yet,   so few.
me, me, me,
    now you.
inhale, exhale,
     breathe.
      blink.
      function.
dysfunctional . . .
brain drain, what's your name?
sleep.
Elizabeth A Babin
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Elizabeth A Babin
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   cynthia and Sarra Lynnette
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