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Jul 2015
It creeps up slowly
And starts to scratch at your chest.
Your throat closes in
While your cheeks become damp.
You try to shut your eyes
But it continues to close in.
The dreams begin to choke you
And that's when it seeps in.
Savannah Eisert
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Savannah Eisert  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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