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Oct 2012
after two years
they brought you up again
I couldn't even feel when the therapist asked
yet my eyes became blurry
my throat tightened
my face clenched
I could barely speak

I never think of you
I hope you think of me every day
claire
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claire
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   Anon C and Odi
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