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Sep 3
If not a window then by thoughts may i float
In the sky or the thin pocket of air that surrounds my brain
My ears scream at me everyday so you won't have to
I tremble and clutch anything that you may have approached
The speed limit sign waving back at me
"Andale, andale"
As the feeling in my fingers concede
So does my arms
then walking can't occur and lay as i have these past months
Lifeless
morallygray
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morallygray  M/Ohio.
(M/Ohio.)   
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