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Jan 2022
The night draws near
surrounding me with the obstinate strength of obsidian arms
casting over my head a blanket of oblivion
obliterating my obligation to be anything but oblivious.
My frame oblong along this bed frame,
I oblige the night her whispering request: to rest.
So be it.
WJ Thompson
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WJ Thompson  26/M/CA
(26/M/CA)   
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