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Mar 2019
no where
no place
no light


it's inescapable
feet stapled, cold

fleeting breathe
stale air, dry


no ailment
no time
no life


darkest color of night
dancing dots

left with a sticky taste
a rumble of pleas
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
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     julie, Fawn and ---
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