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Feb 2016
I'm loosing it
My vision blurs
As it takes over.
I don't feel it.
Or do I?
Is that why my head feels on fire,
why my throat closes?
Can I turn it off?
Just take the key out of the ignition,
Flip the switch
Let it all die out
Would it fade under water?
Can I watch it disperse and let the light fade?
I want to see that last intake of suffering
See that final bubble float to the surface....
Jenny Cerna
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Jenny Cerna  Houston
(Houston)   
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