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Oct 2020
the word die used to
just slid, simply,
with nothing to hide.
Now the word die
sits in my throat,
like a pill half swallowed.
I'm not sure whether to bring it down or up.
Written by
Julianna  14/F/NY
(14/F/NY)   
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