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Aug 2018
This rock that I carry in my chest
Pumps adrenaline
And tries to crawl up my throat
I try to let you go
I lay bare in bed and Iā€™m burning up
Each breath quick, hot, and not enough
Iā€™m a racehorse with water in her lungs
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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