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Mar 2015
I am not
afraid
of death.

I am
afraid
of not living.

I am afraid of
lips that shut to the rhythm of
a pulmonary valve that shuts to the rhythm of
my beating heart that shuts off
The red rawness of air
from searing my lungs
so that I
become
numb.
recurring imagery and thoughts it seems
Alia C
Written by
Alia C  Bali
(Bali)   
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