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Sep 2018
through the thickening
vespers
the clock on my wall
whispers.

tick-tock. tick-tock.
intones
the passage of time
drones.

inhale. everything
slows.
exhale. the exchange
shallows.

heartbeats mimic,
tick-tick.
become erratic, stutter,
t-t-tock.

through the indigo.
down.
gradual motion.
i drown.
Written by
Kellin  20/Transgender Male
(20/Transgender Male)   
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