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Jan 2014
I don't know what triggers it.
It could be the darkness,
A single word spoken,
A faint scent in the air,
Images burned in my eyes.

I only know that it shoots
Me without fair warning
With a force so strong
It knocks me off my feet
Leaving a critical wound.
Roisin Sullivan
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Roisin Sullivan  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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