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Skin stings in the cold, pupils contract, air freezes lungs. Shrouded in this dull ache, blood like lead, I’m heavy. Like a sigh life swept out of me, I am a shell now. Harsh brightness. Coming to. Deep breath. Get up.

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jessica-fowler

English

Published: Sep 10, 2012
LinesWords: 1741

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