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Nov 2016
One breath, two breaths
Three breaths, four
Your legs kicking out
As you collapse on the floor

Heads shaking, all around here
Hands quaking, as they take you
Give a sigh and say good bye
Your body and your mind abused

Deep breaths, slow breaths
One breath less
Than the minutes before
As you realize you're next

Stuttering shifting
You're tied in a knot
I'd rather take the pillow
Than handle being shot
Ann Nicole
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Ann Nicole
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   Katalya Sandland
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