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May 2015
You have my bones in a choke hold
Even they’re brittle enough
I’m grasping at your ribs
Though I’m not sure if they’re bone or dust
The dust has turned into a sand in an abandoned desert
I am lost
I am so involved in your dissolved bones
I have buried myself deep
Yet this is not a place
But yet a small unhindered body that I can no longer find myself in
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Lost  Canada
(Canada)   
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