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Nov 2014
missing what i once had
feeling a vicious, bitter-cold breeze instead
when my beating heart grew mad
ripping itself out, laughing-dying-as it bled

sometimes i press a shell to my ear
and listen to the echo
over time i've shed more than one tear
traveling down the yellow-brick road i go
Brooke Dunsmore
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