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Mar 2013
my body feels like the darkest part of the ocean.
take me back to the surface and unwind the chills.
there is an achor on top of my back and i am walking on lit coals.
my brain is dead and i feel quarantined.
Breanna Hermann
Written by
Breanna Hermann  Glendale, AZ
(Glendale, AZ)   
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