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Jul 2019
My heart is choked up all the time but I rarely cry anymore

I'm just listening for breaths or the flicking of a blade

Waking up in the middle of nowhere from the noise of nothing

My room for long minutes in the dark
on feet that unwillingly awakens you

All the heat is in my ears
All the weight is inside of me
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missuppfostrad
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   James Rowley
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