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the mind gets filled with decaying debris,

months and years of empty words,

like a cluttered closet never cleaned

cobwebs begin to form and spaces fill

dying matter clog the once well lit corridors

with unresolved differences

silent inner wars, like tremors 

below the fault line rise,

passions left ignored collide

between an empty page and an empty life 

lies her heart that yearns to speak, 

but utters only anguished cries 

bitter reminders of more rotted cavities

inside the tightly packed memories

boldly labeled 'forbidden'

she lashes out,

and for another moment,

what she has resisted for years is hidden

9:08 PM 7/3/2013 

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