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Aug 2021
To open my ribcage,
ink would spill around
***** feet and form
verses created inside this
sad sea of a mind, drowning
what surrounds. A firm
believer in common courtesy,
but not for myself as I never
write the line where I survive
maybe at least one
where I float above the surface &
remember to breathe.
Wah.
krm
Written by
krm  22/F/Tucson
(22/F/Tucson)   
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   guy scutellaro
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