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Mar 2014
Teeth ground to dust
Dirt, where it lies
6 feet under    wringing    hands
Ringing knell,    bells burned into
Ears popping vessels out to sea
Storms making waves causing wrecks
Biting nails between teeth
Ground to   dust.
I struggle with a major anxiety disorder. This is what it looks like.
Kari
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Kari  NYC
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