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Jul 2014
Broken a few ribs.
It's a cage after all.
Whatever lives inside is scared.
Strike a few times more.

Draw a noose in the air.
Hang me from it.
Choke the frailty out of me.
Lower my head by the octave.

Daily bread.
Daily dread.
Daily please forgive me nots.
Go ahead and tie some knots.

I can still hear myself breathing.
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MJ L  F
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