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Apr 2017
My eyes

are sinking back into

my skull.

They leave two gaunt

craters

in the skin beneath each lower

eyeflap,

each which now darkens and

dissociates itself

from

a healthy pigmentationβ€”

much in the same

fashion

as that in which I

myself

have darkened

and dissociated

from reality
Ira Desmond
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Ira Desmond  41/M/Bay Area
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