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Aug 2012
i see in my mind's eye the ****** seperations,
starting at the crown of my forehead,
splattering and painting the wall,
with a gushing clarity.

head hard against plaster,
so that i can crack my skull open,
and all my thoughts can escape and
flutter themselves free.
Written by
Erini Katopodis
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