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Sep 2015
How do you know when something has died?
When the breath stops?
When the blood stays still?
When the heart shatters in two?
Is this death?
It lingers constantly
Like I'm constantly sinking
The weights will not be removed
Please let me be
The stench burns my eyes
It makes my throat lock up
Tears that won't flow
I'm forgotten again
And I did it to myself.
Nick Huber
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Nick Huber  Los Angeles
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