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Sep 2012
Skin stings in the cold,
pupils contract,
air freezes lungs.

Shrouded in this dull ache,
blood like lead,
I’m heavy.

Like a sigh
life swept out of me,
I am a shell now.

Harsh brightness.
Coming to.
Deep breath.

Get up.
Jessica Fowler
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Jessica Fowler
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