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The Noose
Poems
Mar 2019
The words made of stilled tremble
Dear you
Dear me
the inside
of the inside
of the inside
there, there
I'll meet you there
this doesn't have to hurt
you've lost so much more
you don't have to
close your eyes
there is no pain.
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32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)
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