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Mar 2010
A flash,
a flicker,
Writhing on the floor
Can still taste
the salt, the sweat.

Blinding, flaring
Tap, Tap
Ashes everywhere.

Then your head
Hits the wall

and God
it feels
G.OO.D...



drifting off beside you.
©2005-2010 Allison Owens
Written by
Allison Owens
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   Mabely Dominguez
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