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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Progress

I still feel pinpricks in my heart--
note, pinpricks--
whenever I hear your name.

That, I think, is progress.

It used to be a punch
so heavy, it takes my breath away.
And I feel like throwing up.

It used to be so bad
I had to hide
until the feeling passes.

But now. It's a
twinge.
And not much more.

It hurts, still, but I believe
it won't be long until
your name are just words that I know
but do not feel.

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