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Nov 2020
these lungs, i breathe
like these legs that i may move
arms to wave with & ****
and a mouth to make sounds
soon shall all rot
my body dissipate
when maggots feed from my flesh
and the soft tissue break down

but do i go on?
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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