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Thursday, September 29, 2011

September dribbles - 29

They close doors quietly, think we don’t see—warm inside like the womb; I’m fleeing; tombs haunt me. They think we don’t know; click a lock and you’re held till forever. Hand out the meds, tell us we’ve got to be good. One day you’ll be free—shouldn’t taunt me.

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