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Sudden Push

it is not encouraging

to hit rock bottom

the only place to go

is not “up”

because I have been

underground before

 

we count our minutes in 60’s

our currency in 100’s

I am counted in pastel pink

and a sunlit core

you are counted in cold steel

and thieving hands

 

 

I feel like I’m going to explode

pretty much constantly

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janelle-flora-viser
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May 24, 2013
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