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Mar 2018
my old heart is failing, oh it's beats are fading,
no, my blood, it won't flow.

the whole world is edging, off the page, I'm dreading
what comes next, I don't know.

jagged pieces finely cut, into this poem, but
it's lines do turn faint.

God knows I'm not ready, for this test, mind heavy
with the thought of your pain.
calm
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calm  13/Genderqueer/Ireland
(13/Genderqueer/Ireland)   
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