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Dec 2023
Ear, ear; Ears in pair
Eye, eye; Eyes impaired
Nostrils, burnt from fumes and charred with stench

Muted snarls from a mouth that speaks, and isn’t heard or seen moving at all

Hands tied with hair and bones and vines and bugs and dirt

Moonlit clouds drift across the blueish ceiling while I wait
Might be depressed
Mike Hulstrom
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Mike Hulstrom  20/M/USA
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