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Aug 2014
FYI
If anyone asks

why my stomach trips,
it’s unbalanced

why my eyes shift around your name,
clearly the light flickered

why I have to go so soon,
I’m late for lunch

why my hands shake,
I’m chilled.

If anyone asks

why my heart flies,
then it’s finally free.
Dana Mulder
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