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Jun 2018
There is mercury,
a thick metal liquid,
pulsing in my veins.

My damaged atrium
pumps
poor putrification.

Each heartbeat
is acid agony
pushing silver poison
through my body.

I cannot *****
it up
or sweat it out.
So, I must die
with this
sickening
substance
in me.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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