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Nov 2017
Breath, it comes, with a heaving drain,
For this night, it bores, through my brain.

Sight, it peers, bootless, vain,
The melange of silence keeping me sane.

So here I sit in the darkness, seeping,
I exist, not happy but at least not weeping.
J Lobo
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J Lobo  30/Cisgender Male
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   Fawn and Maria Christina Lobo
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