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May 2013
They turn me inside out again
blank pages flutter to the floor
They have to shake me
in order to free the few pages
that I held dear
they were stuck to my hands and caught on my heart
"Why won't you let these go?"
they ask
"They are just empty pages"
I let the ink fall from my eyes
"You can't fill something up if it isn't first empty"
Aila Natasha
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Aila Natasha
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