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May 2018
Screams come from shadows
the dark is thick
air turns to ash into my lungs
my bones tremble under thought

Where are they?
My demons don’t walk
down the street
up the hall
into my room
up to me….

Are they gone?
I miss the forceful choking,
weight against my chest
asphyxiation in the absence
their finest act.
awknight
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awknight  27/F/Hell
(27/F/Hell)   
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     Dania, --- and Surbhi Dadhich
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