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Apr 2012
crushing eggshells, the dusty pink ballerina pirouettes through space,
cobwebs are her constellations, candlelight her sun

in motion, thoughts quelled,
surrounded by sensation, she can feel.
each raw exhale a release
aching muscles tensed with bliss

her mind is quiet,
no longer numb,
she is free.
Kate W
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