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Dec 2020
How ridiculous,
to feel,
out of breath.
When you’re,
barely breathing,
to begin with.
Your mouth,
tastes of metal,
because you were,
Bit down,
on your tongue,
too hard.
Who am I,
you ask?
You’re looking,
in a mirror,
Written by
Datore Fargo  26/F/Colorado
   Talon Robinson
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