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Apr 2018
I wish I wrote the way I think;
passionately,
obsessively,
with fervent desperation

each line
like a gasp of air

writing to the point of
asphyxiation.
writing myself into a
cold panic

narrative snaking out of
my neurological pathways like
vinery into unremitting
nothing
Brooklynn
Written by
Brooklynn  F/Texas, USA
(F/Texas, USA)   
188
   --- and julie
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