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Apr 2018
there is the proof

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she’ll never be

e.e.

the numbers are dropping

oxygen is seeping through cracks

going

down

she looks and notices

there are seconds left

a slight nod and

down

picking at weeds

on the way

scraped knuckles and

seeped oxygen

for the way down

L

a rush of cold air

a weight on a shoulder

another nod

II

until tomorrow
jessica lynn
Written by
jessica lynn  boston
(boston)   
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     Fawn, Wordmancer, FraisDeLaFerme and J
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