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Nov 2013
They hear
the touch of hysteria
in my voice,
laugh.
A touch,
no more,
because I hear it,
too,
before the sound even
echoes in my
throat,
and I cut off the sound,
cat quick,
because if I don't
the laugh
will turn to
tears.
There'll be no hiding it,
the hysteria,
then.
Abby
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Abby  America
(America)   
275
   Niveda Nahta
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