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Apr 2017
The clock read 6:50
on a dull
rainy evening
Soothing saxophones
serenaded my eardrums
While smoky swirls
of Myrth
filled my nose
when he
decided to set sail
to Sick Bay
Organs
clenched tightly
to one another
making it easy
to forget
how to breathe
to breathe
to
breathe
Creeping
from his pores
the creature
of panic
came out
to play
disguised
as tiny droplets
trickling from his brow
inhale
slow and steady
now
exhale
just
breathe.
Pepper Dove
Written by
Pepper Dove  28/F
(28/F)   
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   kim, Middlesteps and Ryan Holden
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