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Aug 2012
It's like candle wax on a birthday cake;
a big, hard stone in your throat.
Like the amounting frustration
crushed up in a child's fists
when mummy says 'no'.
It's knowing there's an enemy
in a friend; a monster
under your bed.
©Nicola-Isobel H.          01.08.2012
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
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