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Nov 2021
Fog
My legs burn with the memory of the miles they have carried me
My chest is open and the wind wraps itself around my gently beating heart
My mind crashes against the inside of my skull like waves against the hull of a ship
My eyes peer out into the formless abyss searching for some recognizable figure
No sound reaches my ears
Noah H
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Noah H  20/M
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