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Aug 2013
Face on a pedestal
neck cut off from blood.
Life support, I'm going in,
Eyes blinded by the black.

Night.
Breath entering,
bottled in, I'm opening up
when suddenly my neck is tight again
I am given no more slack.
Eunoic
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Eunoic  America
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