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Jun 2010
My words have started leaking out like a virus.
They are meant for the page
Some just for my head
But they leak out
Sneak out
And pop up in conversation.
Strange phrases
And extravagant diction
Creep into my daily life.

Soon they'll send me to the nuthouse.
Written by
Christine
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