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Dec 2013
a little water churned by acids:
internal stomach sounds

jaw clicks mash
strawberry ice.
repetition of noises
fading into never

mind the **** in the wall.
brick pieces falling—
one for every two moments
of hushed time—

tiny little whispers
chronicling each and every
blunder

there is a void—
silence where your
voice should ring
Hannah Elizabeth
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