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Nov 2023
tendrils from my brain
sick and twisted
sinister things that grip
and bring pain
disassociate, i feel a sweet wave
of relief, relax and this pain
starts to recede
i’m vacant
whatever misshapen
false sense of relief
decides to retrieve
the fragments of my grief
it’s his to keep.
finders keepers
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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