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Jan 2020
Have I reached the resonating point of my existence?
For the downward trail I feel incoming
Slowly pierces through this pink thing-
that keeps me alive yet insane.
Be the guest that I unwelcome
Hammering down the bricks surrounding
The same wires that hang around my neck,
slowly snapping it-
one tug at a time.
meetingtheflowers
Written by
meetingtheflowers  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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     Sue Collins, --- and ---
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