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Post Traumatic Echos
moonlight tastes sour
sweat runs through bedroom sheet veins
she gives up on sleep
hallway footfalls
undesired sharp edges
reverberations
echos beat within
in discord with her heart
as hands grip at wind
doorknob, alive, there
embraced by her palm frantic
gasp … inhale … freedom
Monday 29th May 2017 5:51 pm
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