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Jan 2020
It took time
For me--
As I ate glass,
In pitch black
'Breathing'

I fear for the colour yellow.

And the time it took
To spit out the
Pain; bleeding
Wrinkles.

Expect nails so
Long you'd know me.
I speak in whispers
Singing homeless cords.

I only wish I was awake this time
L T Winter
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L T Winter  M/United Kingdom
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