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Feb 2012
caved in
my gut
gurgling
to the sounds
of my worry
wound tight
***** of yarn
roll
around
and roll
sharp triangles
shape my back
but round my shoulders
all at once
rounded but sharp
all at once
steel cords
pull at my spine
spring from my neck
down to my waist
worry
beyond words
learn to breathe
i must
before
i
lose
my
mind
Red Starr
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Red Starr
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