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Jan 2013
Shriveled.
I
  am
  wasting
  away.
  
Drained
  and
  twisted,
  
I
He
  never
  stops
  
Drinking,
  *******,
  slurping.
  
His
I
  cannot
  break
  
  
From
  his
  chains.
  

  
I
  choke.
  

  
I
  cough.
  

  
My
  last
  breath
  
Splutters
  free.
Mercury Slo
Written by
Mercury Slo
507
   Brycical, --- and Timothy
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