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Dec 2019
Mental lightning,
chills,
striking,
fibers firing in the storm.

Where am I?
matter dilated:
dark,
grey, and moist.

Red,
tentacling vessels;
bony shell
washed to the shore.

Help, oh help me!
or Iā€™m lost;
being
airborne and forlorn.
Written by
Jonas
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