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Apr 2015
It creep-ed up on me.
Like a dampness in my bones,
or a shadow in the many cracks of my skin.
This eerie breeze found its way between my existence, and my uncertainty.

Repetition in my mind,
a wobbling and restless insanity,
and it ate away at me.
DM
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DM  Canada
(Canada)   
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