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Apr 2019
Breathe in.
Stare up.
The crack,
inches close.
Will it halt
before the clouds
seep through
and seize my room?
Wait and watch,
I'd rather not.
Till tomorrow,
ignore
like all other
pending problems
Sit up.
Breathe out.
Written by
Doshi
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