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Dec 2016
cars pass by
they softly shake this old house
they softly shake my old thoughts

wheels against the street
they mimic the door **** turning
they mimic my fast moving mind

headlights brightly shining
they light up my pitch black room
they light up the silhouettes haunting me

horns blaring
they scare the dog into barking
they scare the self destructive whispers into screams
kerri
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kerri  26/F/Ohio
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