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May 2017
no time for recess
your lunch hours over soon
again, i'll regress
back to where i was before i made it to the moon

i'm grounded, bound to my heavy head
and now i've found it pounds even when i'm fed
when it ticks so loud that i'm filled with dread
all the wounds cry out every drop i've bled
David Flemister
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David Flemister  21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada
(21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada)   
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