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Jun 2019
Tar
The air turns to tar and my lung wretch out fear,
The earth quickens into quicksand and I'm swallowed,
I rot in fright in the deepest night just hoping someone hears,
This place of absence devours me until I'm truly hollowed,
Substance inside is flooded outside its formed within my tears,
Time may heal but even so the clock trails what's been followed.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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