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May 2016
Such bare, screaming misery
it felt white
it burned
something palpable insisting
on crushing
my already barrenness
better to die
in my dream
just a dream
terrify my soul
upon waking I scoured
my to-do list for
the remedy but
be still and
accept it weren't
on there so
I fidget now
and fight it as I
wait for coffee's
saving kick
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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