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Mar 2011
22
pittering and pattering endlessly
the broken-record rain
to carpe diem

in my 22nd year
it is hard to breathe
in torturous sleet
in foggy, dismal humidity
like a gas mask

the stench of old age
illness, apathy
shoved out of pales
into larger ones
called heaven
or hell?
Topher Green
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