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Dec 2020
I can hear it...
the dial of the phone
the shaken voice
the melancholy howls,
disquieted cries,
the sound of my heart beat
and the ringing in my ears,
the agonal movement of my lungs,
and the rapidness of my breath
I can see the distraught faces
then the sounds grow dimmer,
further away,
and everything blurs
as I close my eyes
Lukai
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Lukai  18/FTM/the universe
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