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Jan 2017
their faces
come back in
my dreams

i still feel
the knots in
my stomach

a choke in
my throat
when i wake

and it doesn't
make sense yet

it may
never

but the skin
is starting to
seal the
splinters in

and before i
die hopefully
i will learn to
stop asking why.
Copyright 1/17/17 by B. E. McComb
Written by
b e mccomb  25/F/chasing dreams
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