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May 2012
I speak alot of the burn of breathing
and I dream of the day my lungs collapse.

Rot, rot, rot,
worms would have a field day with my decomposing body.
but even their digested parts of me
couldn't make a garden grow.
Over tired mind *****.
mads
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mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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