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Flashbacks
locked up and bolted
no-one can get in
all the pictures protected
from the howling wind
unable to set them free
unable to explain
how they torture me
when I live in them again
wind rattles at the window
batters at the door
my body wildly trembles
and shakes me to the core
one day the door will open
the wind will rage about
the pictures all knocked over
i'll scream and shout out loud.
LK
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