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Jun 2013
Your body shakes
your helpless to the quakes.
You wither on your sheets.
Your mouth screams.
Help me.
Silently
you choke on the words unspoken,
your mouth hangs open.
Its not over.
You pull your knee's up, closer
and hug yourself tight,
deep into the night.
augustine
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