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Mar 2014
Trembling

Cannot hear, feel, or speak

Breathing is hard

Too conflicted to think

My peace is loosely knotted

Hanging Slipping Undone

Scribbling Stuttering Swallowing

Words ridden on my tongue

At the starting line of a race that cannot be won

Running away from myself like a horizon

from the setting sun

Fall softly now
Julian Alexander
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Julian Alexander  Baltimore
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