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Saturday, September 3, 2011
Crashed Catharsis
Her eyes opened wide at the past,
at all those feelings
flooding back
through the dams
she thought
she had sealed so
tight.
Then the squinted shut fast
to hide all those,
flooding back
through the dams
that she couldn't
figure out how
to seal.
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