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Sep 2016
Got nothing to write but
this breath is hard to take.

Well, I know something
is happening now.
Either good or bad,
or neither one.

Sometimes, this heart thinks about a thing,
that I don't even know what.
A thing that my brain
can't even sense.
Written by
Joz  Singapore
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