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May 2018
It's like
being consumed by a heaviness
Words
like iron on the tongue
Yet
the space between skin and bone is just oxygen
The wind
can carry you
and every part of you
with just
a whisper in the breeze

Your soul sinks down
by nothing
'Cept crisp autumn air
Glory
Written by
Glory  19/F/NZ
(19/F/NZ)   
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