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May 2015
When my legs
fail the body I am tired of
Having a mind
                 Again silk wisps of a still scene of dream
                         I cannot yet bat the trajectory before I pause, where and when was that?

Where and when am I



Let me die
Atypnoc
Written by
Atypnoc  Richland
(Richland)   
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   Sam August
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