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Feb 2018
Get out of my lungs.
Get out of my throat.

My mind swallowed you
and now there is no space for me to live

Get out get out

get out

can't you see I am drowning
I am
drowning

in the possibility

that you may never
come back

I am under the ice, unable to get to the surface
that is the fear that
you
may
never
truly


leave.
The Willow
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The Willow
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     Seanathon, --- and Julie Langlais
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