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my panic sack would have contained enough breath to blow out most of this year’s birthday candles inverted, a mask tumbles out like some kind of lung-wallet, hinting whispered passwords i hyperventilate into it with resignation upon each casting of a socially distant wave splashing between crests— a sense of security swells in my chest as i drown in absolute safety... "pest bag" ©2020 by Seranaea Jones all rights reserved
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
pest bag
my panic sack would have contained enough breath to blow out most of this year’s birthday candles inverted, a mask tumbles out like some kind of lung-wallet, hinting whispered passwords i hyperventilate into it with resignation upon each casting of a socially distant wave splashing between crests— a sense of security swells in my chest as i drown in absolute safety... "pest bag" ©2020 by Seranaea Jones all rights reserved
i wonder if they plan to build colonies for the infected this century ?
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Jul 20, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
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