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1d
tick, tick, tick.
tick, tick, tick.
the silence is filled
with a steady pulse.
a calming, steady rhyme.
so soft a sound, it could
send me to sleep.

then, an incessant whine
slowly feeds into my
intravenous drip.
this is from a year ago
jesse f kowalski
Written by
jesse f kowalski  19/Other/England
(19/Other/England)   
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