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Jan 2016
I can't breathe
     still sitting there
with my flower dress
  on a wood bench
Where am I?
Actually don't know.
  There is a thick fog stripe
all over my head.
I'm thinking blindfold
I feel the confusion inside me
I feel silence around me
   Where am I?
waving hands wishing
the fog will go away
     Still
           there  
          the fog
   (and the confusion)
Something introspective
Caterina
Written by
Caterina  Bologna
(Bologna)   
635
   Sarah and Bianca Reyes
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