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Apr 2019
She slithers in
underneath my door
in the dead of night.
I let my guard down
and she slides up my bed,
underneath the covers
and curls around my spine.
She whispers sweet terrors
and I find myself awake
and fighting this anxiety
that has me in her grip.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  27/M/Australia
(27/M/Australia)   
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