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Inside me
I had to get to my hideaway
before a coup took place
inside me.
Doornails, dirt, demons, dentists,
had formed a stratification
of hurt and humiliation
inside me.
I had fluff in my emotional bank
and the little success I had drunk,
appeared and disappeared,
together with unwarranted fear,
inside me.
Yet there was hope
that one day the churning would stop
inside me.
