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Sep 2014
and they dont listen
all they do is hear
here
you are
there
they stay
in and out
back and forth
you will sink and rise and each time crouched a little lower
till you crawl upon the floor
not unlike in your dreams
they are not nightmares
no
that word you save for your gruesome battles
with yourself
Aver
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Aver  ny
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