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Jun 2013
She no longer remembered how their numbered calendar worked
And in her darkness measured time by hairs lost
She engraved crucial thoughts into her skin
But by the end of the night they no longer made sense
She was eyeless- not sightless- and they ran from her
But she'd played their games long enough
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
(between dreams)   
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