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May 2015
Can the people around me

smell my f l e s h

(rotting?)

Are they afraid

of the d e a t h

(behind my eyes?)

I have been this way

for a long

long

time

but I will smile

as my lungs **c  o l  l a p s e
Victoria Anne Noel Shinkle
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