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Apr 2013
Its back
The scrunched nose, pursed lips
Tighly shut eyes
hands can feel your crinkled skin

Its back
The nerves in your gut
Throbbing
Its come before, you know what to expect

Its back
The tears force themselves out
You gasp for air
And swallow the shivering

Its back
You wonder when it will next return
An unexpected guest,
that you were expecting soon
julia denham
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