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Jan 2017
This is a counter-intuitive poem
writing through a haze of pain medication
to paint a clear picture of you.
But i dont mind

The pounding behind my eyes
makes for a better soundtrack
and my dry throat
numbs any attempts at bitterness.

Clouds seep from my pen nib
my heated head draining illness away
i dont want to go
but you dont want to stay.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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