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Apr 2016
the room is dark and you cant breathe
all you can hear is the rushing
of breath between your chapped lips, breathe
you tell your body, leave,
you tell your mind.

there's too much sound
in this silence.
Written by
Nestoria LR  capitalism
(capitalism)   
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