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Oct 2019
Shaking with hands on wheel, white knuckle
Buckling under, finally feel like giving in
Manic mistakes repeated, sanity retreating suddenly
The fluttering of my heart is familiar by now
Biting lemon faced sour, eyes
showering tears
Trying to avoid my own face, beware all mirrors
Another night of caffeine, capped with handful of pills
The sink water spills down beard, I'm lost, but close
Locked up locust legs screaming, rattling ears to crescendo
Floating around the bend slow, not broken
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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