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Sep 2014
Flames whip at my charred ankles,
I feel nothing,
Cold bursts of ice slit my wrists,
I feel nothing,
Soothing warm liquid death snakes it’s way into my lungs,
I feel nothing,
A silent cry of desperation goes out to no one’s ears,
I feel fine.
Lauren Cole
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Lauren Cole  United States
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