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Serendipity
Poems
Mar 2023
Think.
The cold air hits my lungs,
as the animal in my body
takes ragged breaths
exhaling
vapor and fear
inhaling
a familiar stench.
The night smells like metal,
with the sun now eroding
the starry sky.
There is no time to think of how I got here.
A corroding metal bar swinging in the air
just missing
my head.
#cold
#metal
#bar
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