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Jun 2016
whisper upon whisper,
grain upon grain.
they pile up, until there is no space to breathe

not a pocket of air,
only the damp black.
hot. humid. cramping and stamping

extinguishing.

and then.
it crushes,
you're trapped like a bee on a wing

life has you now.
in its hold
god i just feel so stuck, so frozen in this  state. there's nothing i can do about it except wait it out, see how everything pans out in the end. and everything i hate is waiting. is not doing. this is too much // too little
Adrija
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Adrija  New Zealand
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