January 11, 2011
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she mourns like a child

quiet, shivering hands
secluding her from the world that has put her here
voice a quiet breeze
drowning in the dark pool of despair.
silent shivers and anxiety ripples off her skin
depression tangible to foreign hands
invisible to her own

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