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Jun 2010
All sounds lay dormant

Packed tight, no leaks

Dark stages none sing

Crowds of ears that still ring

Breathalyzers and torment

Parched throats

Contamination

Cold stethoscopes

Skin damnation

Pair of lungs that lost repetition

Rigid backbones with no support

Will not stand for any court

Needle ****** neck

Fluid builds unnoticed

A spinal tap not quite in focus.
death awaits
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
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