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Jul 2020
trauma is stored in places
I do not have access to
in places hidden deep down
beneath the cement walls
where a single padlock key
can unlock what the grim reaper
is hiding, holding his scythe
waiting for me to stop breathing
E B
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     Shreya Srivastava, Elle, REY, Hanna, --- and 3 others
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