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Nov 2014
bones wither under pressure
corrode slowly along with a seizure
if i could, i'd put them in a freezer
and pull the strings of my heart with a tweezer

grief creeps upon like a fever
a poisonous contamination you can't deter
infectious almost like a mindless chatter
think again why should it matter
Hannysha F
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Hannysha F
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