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Sep 2012
Thoughts chase through my head,
They bubble up my throat,
Scratching to get free.

I speak in mute voice:
Words slipping away,
Like water in my hands.
Carl Rose
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Carl Rose  Carlsbad, California
(Carlsbad, California)   
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