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Jan 2018
Can you imagine
spending three days
clothed in
bright white light
and a shapeless gown
cut off and
totally isolated
from everything

in a frantic
desperate
aching effort
to be well again

and then

you unravel her

because the escape
wasn't real
and the moment
she lands back
onto the cold earth
she ran from

there it is

waiting for her

worse than ever.
I guess sometimes the soul just gets weary; that's my week. Love to all my word friends out there! <3
Abigail Sedgwick
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Abigail Sedgwick  29/F/West Virginia
(29/F/West Virginia)   
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