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Mar 2014
the night envelopes
me in its heaviness

the air,
so tricky in its whispers,
tells me i can breathe.

i don't believe it.

the pulsing between my
legs won't quit

wound up, starved
ragged

the ticking of
self-depreciation

keeps my body
december, 2013.
lady lazarus
Written by
lady lazarus  23/near the sea
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