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I swallowed the memory,
willing it to stay
in my throat
at the least
because once in the light
it might drag me under.
It had happened before.
But it burned
and would not be ignored.
Not this time.
Acid fought its way
back to my lips
and took flight.
Copyright © Hannah Cutting-Jones | Year Posted 2016
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