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Apr 2016
caught in my throat
between a grab for
air and a wail.

is leftover, you.

easy panic runs
me . please hold me here.
This moment of
pain.

just here I can understand
letting go and holding on.

to breath and then weep
or weep and never breathe
again.
MRQUIPTY
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