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Oct 2014
It
It comes all at once,
Like a bullet to the head,
Or a pill to your bloodstream,
Or water from a faucet.
And when it happens it hurts,
Like bright lights to adjusting pupils,
Cold water to a warm body,
Or a sharp object to soft skin.
Reality.
Hayley Coleman
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Hayley Coleman  MA
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