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Aug 2016
IV
every year I watch my love wither;
every year I never go hither.

each contact, each touch;
it burns.

each day is more pain;
each day I wait in vain.

I wait for peace...
I wait for kindness...

the air constricts my breathing;
I feel myself slowly leaving.

the walls are closing in...
is this finally the end?
nycteris
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nycteris  20/F/United States
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