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Aug 2013
The dark standing on my shoulders and chest,
the walls whisper
as they creep closer
as I move forward to get away
as they creep closer
as they
in, in, in

the path swivels, I am blind
I crawl on my knees for the comfort of solid ground
and when I feel the end I scream
there are hornets in my hair .
glaze
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   maybella snow
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