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Aug 2017
shallow breaths feel like punches
who is in this room
who is here who is
am i about to die?

blinking like the stars blink
frozen, burning,
here, lost between
the dark and what's sane

croaking, a deathbed whisper
whispers slip into the sheets
whispers feel like raindrops
in desert heat
poetry today feels like constipation. god it hurts. bear with me.
avalon
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avalon  20/F
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