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Dec 2017
It's a hold on my brain
But also it's opposite
In that it is expanding what was there
Not a hold, but still....a hold
In that my brain goes there more than anywhere else
It could be that time looses the reins
Or takes them to it's chest
Either or, I'm looking forward.
(Ps...I put that looses there on purpose.  I know it ain't right)
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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   Jackie Mead
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