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Sep 2018
Criminal—
these insecurities
in a star-rush infusion
of light and heat.

Self-philosophy—
I am a black hole
consuming all feeling—
engulfing too much.

Twinkling—
A fading dwarf
circulating confusion
as I fade into nothingness.

Self-healing—
Oxygen deprivation
numbs the mind;
thus heart and soul.

I am a spacefarer
without her spacesuit—
open to all elements;
no second skin.
Written by
Britt Swann  F
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