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Jun 2019
a man reads not for enjoyment but to pass the time.
the time that a woman is holding onto because of uncertainty.
the uncertainty of life that hangs like a blade in the air.
the air muddled and rotten with sickness.
the sickness spills over from one body to the next.
β€œlet’s get soup after this”
anything warm, anything comforting.
hospitals feel like i am in limbo
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     --- and Fawn
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