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May 2014
Heat and pressure build
Slowly I am filled
Jostled by my brethren
I can't wait to join them

As it gets more violent
They rumble with sound
Harder to stay silent
Feeling so profound

So close can barely focus
Overcome by stimulus external

Finally it happens...POP...
Surprise, I was a popcorn kernel!!!
For my sister, who asked me very seriously what it felt like to be a popcorn kernel about to pop.
Jonathan B Wilson
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Jonathan B Wilson  29/M/765, IN
(29/M/765, IN)   
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