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Jul 2020
sometimes I lose sight of control,
lose sight of direction and feel suspended in abyss.
I'm in limbo but on my couch, on the carpet, writing, reading, scrolling, listening, but lost.

under bridges I'm walking on paper floorboards,
falling into darkness of a thousand words clogging my ears, eyes,
I'm stimulated to a ****** of broken lungs,
stunted dreams and desperate
Written by
Sara  F
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