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Jul 2013
Cadaverous
is my soul
blanketed
with blackness
freed from itself
only by grace
my organs had
shut down
and my heart
beat slower
slower
slower
til it stopped.
There was an
unexpected resurrection
a divine defibrillator
that revived my lungs
and kept my
dead, ashamed
heart ticking
and ticking
and ticking.
February 26, 2013
Linnea Wilson
Written by
Linnea Wilson  Cincinnati, OH
(Cincinnati, OH)   
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