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Streams of Conscience

Shellack removal. A pound of pink yarn. Commercials aimed at Baby Boomers. I need to show you all I've seen. Need you to trust me with the grenade and pin. Getting caught up in the moment. Fingers in beard. His soft fingers rubbed against my scalp. Being caught off guard with a machete. The train keeps rolling. My voice is hollow and my heart is blue. I still hear his scratchy taunt. Weighed options. I'm inspired and it tingles like fear.

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