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Dec 2014
just brief moments of relief
when you pull at a piece and the tower
doesn't collapse
you're still standing and
you go to take a breath and suddenly you're
chin up, clutching the side of
the tub
and all that comes out are
silent screams, as your gut rots in
ache
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Kariel K Buche
Written by
Kariel K Buche  western, USA
(western, USA)   
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   Devon Webb and David Ehrgott
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