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Jan 2014
there it is.
that feeling
that makes your insides creak
and begins to create a reek
that permeates through each crevasse
between each tiny crack

that feeling
leaves claw marks on walls
and tightens with
each
in & out
in & out

that feeling
sends tremors down to your tips
and curls you into yourself
so that you don't drop a piece

because that feeling
has taken a hold and    
it won't let go
till it takes its toll.

that feeling
the only thing
that seems to never let go.
Sarah
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