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Sep 2019
Whenever the dark curtain of my eyes
fails to serve me right

or whenever the numbness
felt from rubbing my hands
against my lap no longer
ease the tremors

sometimes
I lose myself
in thought

wondering
how much more
must I endure

how many more times
must they
steal the minuscule grit
I had pondered

- the person that will
always be
myΒ breather
I guess I kinda liked the way how you became my breather
K Lupus
Written by
K Lupus  M/On Vaudeville's Edge
(M/On Vaudeville's Edge)   
196
   Ben Noah Suri
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