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Jan 2013
There are unintended mazes in your words,
fire brimmed hoops that I must jump
perfectly through,
in order to keep you happy.
Every other word I say is a trigger
pulled,
and I will watch as you flinch,
and prepare your attack.
I am growing so tired,
of being sensored
and cautious.
I am so sick,
of this maze.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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