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Sep 2019
How far gone
do I have to be
if laughter
makes me stomach sink?

I sit alone,
yearning,
wishing,
praying
for silence.

At least then,
in quiet arms,
I find the only stillness
I can.
bess
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bess  18/F
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       Jamie, Colm and Sona Lachina
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