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Aug 2014
thumping bass of blood and bone
music
words and
me alone.
puncture wounds in skies and skin
goneness
moons and
quiet din.
bitter taste on touch and tongue
questions
dark and
shallow lungs.
sinking deep in pills and past
shiver
stop and
sleep at last.
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