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May 2014
I feel stuck in time, stuck in my life. These feelings wrap around my neck and they float up into my mouth and get lodged in my throat. Making it difficult to swallow, difficult to breathe. I smoke spite this "cat got my tongue" feeling. Quiet; this makes me. Sometimes, I feel forced to make words, sounds that come out of my larynx. For you to receive, to understand, comprehend, accept. Feel for me, not sympathy but ease. I use my manners too much, yet not enough. I'm sorry and thank you. Something catch me, pull me into another time frame, a different world. New feelings, faces, places, concepts, culturally magnify me. Warp me into a new realm. I've never known how long something stable will be here. If nothing else, show me that. I will be happy enough to die then.
Samantha Rose Bowman
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Samantha Rose Bowman  Ironton, OH
(Ironton, OH)   
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