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Apr 2014
Standing tall now,
Heart pulsing.
Beating.
Pending.
The tick and
Loading like
A buffer on a
Computer screen.

Insides screaming,
Butterflies kicking.
My guts are in
Pieces-
Floating inside of me.
Burning-
My skin is on fire.
And I start to
S P E A K.
Wrote this after a poetry slam I performed in.
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