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Dec 2018
This isn't midnight
This is the cold grip
of a nightmare
reminding me
some things
can't be escaped
This is me
lowering my gaze
to not make
eye contact
with the agony.
The Noose
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The Noose  Standing on the gallows
(Standing on the gallows)   
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