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Jul 2019
Trapped and static,
particles infiltrate my breath.
I am compressed,
I am held,
this cell,
this hell.

Hate,
rejection,
approval,
my captors.

I immerse myself in white noise,
I reside in my sorrow,
in my despair,
in chains, in tears,
this cellular embrace.
Jack
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Jack
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   laura
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