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Aug 2020
is a broken ribβ€”
the same sharp pain,
wooden-lung breathing.
I stand alone in an
ocean of bodies,
mouthless half-faces,
gaping holes beneath
strips of cloth.
Your assumptions
dissolve me only
an un-bronchial
though still,
I am left gasping.
elizabeth leone laird
Written by
elizabeth leone laird  26/F/north of nowhere
(26/F/north of nowhere)   
     arizona, Jamadhi Verse, --- and Imran Islam
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