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Feb 1
All the words
that never left my mouth
creep through my veins
filling the hollows of my mind
and my lungs with stone
encasing the very essence of me
in lead

weighing me down
as the murky depths
of a world
that never knew
I was drowning
beckons
Written by
Kaylee Wilson  18/F
(18/F)   
177
   Winter Bird
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