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Sep 2014
This vessel that contains me,
does my spirit no proper justice.

I hear it creak
Feel weak,
And never rested.
It aches and takes,
my struggling breath away.

It catches here,
limits me there.
Invites that which is not wanted.

I live in the shell of a young,
happy woman.
Who should be oblivious,
that this is just a body
*haunted.
Jennifer Weiss
Written by
Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
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