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Sep 20
A sharp knife in
her hands she separates
that which does not belong-
which rejects

She highlights-
like the lines pointing
towards emergency-
the puffy artificial stuff

the rough parts-
those that give you a
real headache trauma

all drama, all that sticks
to you and makes you

drop it now
go on
be ready to
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Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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