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Apr 2016
The words will not flow freely from me now,
Crushed by the weight of my world,
Things I have and have not done,  
Things I have to do...
Stop breath and wait for the flames to die down.
For the words to catch spark.
Proxii
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Proxii  F/East coast, U.S
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