epilogue

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am i missing the pain

with nothing to add to these pages

am i missing the pain

grateful to have the quiet heart back in my throat 

am i missing the pain

precious spit i swallow like treasure

am i missing the pain

bile has not bitten again

am i missing the pain

at peace quietly pausing these days neatly (feet together)

am i missing the pain

most of the time now tucked into soft rooms

am i missing the pain

while the world swirls by in electric blue ( so not my colour)

am i missing the pain

i miss the pain

it was consummate

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