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Jan 2018
my soul aches
a familiar ache
one that comes with
being filled to the brim
pressure building under the surface
  
with practiced fingers
one fluid motion
i uncap

nothing comes out
not even a whisp
the feeling of pressure
does not dissipate
Gale L Mccoy
Written by
Gale L Mccoy  24/Non-binary/Ohio
(24/Non-binary/Ohio)   
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   Imran Islam
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