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Jun 2010
Sun shines dark through the window
beckoning me to come and play
Hair hanging limp -unwashed
Stomach knotted
Brown **** forming on my half cold tea
Fly walking the rim
Ashtray full
Chores mounting
Radio droning
voice inside screaming HELP!
De fragment me
Transport me to comfort
My corners catching in the circle
wrong shape
try again
Take me somewhere I fit in
copyright:Heidi 2009
Written by
heidi
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     heidi and D Conors
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