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Sep 2019
It's all too much to handle;
the tangible and intangible
taunt and mock me
and the vibrations of the room shine through
this lowly, softened flesh of mine
as if to punish my existence.
trying to clear out my draft folder some
Written by
CautiousRain  22/F/USA
   BR Dragos
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