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Nov 2013
i think
it felt like having almost no oxygen left in your flimsy lungs, or
the way alcohol let laughter tease the tip of your tongue, or
when you met someone who's eyes didn't quite make sense, or
hearing a beautiful song for the first time or watching an inspiring movie,
i think it felt like finally deciding you'd made up your mind on a matter, or
smiling to yourself when you remembered something embarrassing you did , or
when you wished you'd tried harder, or
questioning and comparing others' consequences to your own, or
sipping something intangible
when you sat alone amongst a bunch of grinning faces, contemplating whether you were locked out, or
locked in?
julia denham
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julia denham
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