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Oct 1
such as silence rings around these walls:
not hot-knife cries but bone-chilled aches
lean dull weight upon my ears,
these empty-stomach yens
create a vacuum
that pulls my life
and water
deeper
still
a nonet on silence.
matthew ronan
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matthew ronan  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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