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Mar 2016
Obscurity,
romance,
manipulation of words.

Pure ideas clouded-
trapped!
In the lining of my left lung.

Synapses forfeit truth,
a metamorphosis of kosher climaxes
& solemn forebodings of oneself.

A dense combination of words,
printed nothings
meaningless on paper
& lacking sincerity.
If only I could remove my left lung.
Lizzie Larson
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Lizzie Larson
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