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Jan 2017
i am surrounded by warm bodies,
but i crave a loving touch.
the world is fast pacing
but i feel like i am stuck.

my stomach isn't doing well, and neither is my brain
                my heart just got up from a  grave, and oh look- it's falling again.
what do i call this state of being?
kailasha
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kailasha  ktm/del/bos
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