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Oct 2017
My hands grow numb
Honeyed venom seething through her lips
Her gaze meets mine
Frozen
All I can do is stare
Sight grows dim
I'm falling up
Squeeze through
Back to my world
All I can do is laugh
I won this time
-A.F.
Written by
Andrew Fontaine  France
(France)   
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