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Aug 2018
my adrenaline is running
because nobody is driving
a slow curve coming masked behind  the clouds

my enemies are closing
no matter how quickly my mind spins
my wounds left breathing
are leaving me out of air

on a slow day
with mindful
Written by
SoZaka  M/Seattle
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