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Oct 2012
Letting go is
my head in my palm
something swollen inside
everyone is singing, strings in my ears
flag parade, i'm just like
wait, stop
wait, stop?
I need everyone to stop for a moment
for a moment, slow down and stop
you, over there, with the voice
be quiet
I need
to
think.
(c) Brooke Otto
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