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May 2020
coarse comfort,
masking my ability to think freely
cushioning the system
the one that travels and breaks
the one that flies and cries and wails and sings
lungs burning on fire like the horizon at dusk
the cooling of the fire as light dissipates
into a world we know
a manufactured genesis
Laura
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Laura  28/F/CA
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