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All this feeling trapped in this tiny room,

my head preparing for its greatest doom.

The words come at me,

the feelings strike,

the memories roll me,

like wheels on a bike.

All these things mix

with the thoughts of the day.

They jumble up my dreams,

ruin what I say.

Now I know why the room-brain is so very small:

because my heart is big.

That is all.

Aya David-Ramati
Aya David-Ramati, 10
Dublin, Ireland

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