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Sep 2020
cuts like a knife
directly down my throat

affecting my head
staging my soul

I feel the taste of blood in my mouth
like I just ran a marathon

is this the wrong thing in the right place
or vice versa

sending the super ego
back to where it came

falling up
or falling down

purgatory is where we are found
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Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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