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Jul 2018
I guess this is what a real life existential crisis feels like.
What I know now I did not know before.
Small bits of thought swirl through my head,
A tornado of broken glass.
And now that the wind has settled,
I struggle to fit the pieces together
In a way that would resemble a window
Through which I might view myself.
Daisy Hemlock
Written by
Daisy Hemlock  Portland, Oregon, USA
(Portland, Oregon, USA)   
     Tess, --- and strawberry
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