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 Nov 2019 aya
gracie
when you exhale,
your breath nibbles my ear
and draws blood.
time drips like honey
and drags me backwards
the air is golden and heavy
and i am suffocating
i cannot breathe
i cannot breathe
i cannot breathe.
i.b.
i wrote this on my birthday last year and finally got around to editing it

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