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Nov 2014
I dreamt that I was a tyre
but I was punctured,
air was escaping.

I dreamt that I was a tank
but I was leaking,
water was draining.

I dreamt that I was a me
but I was crying,
parts of me were failing.

I can't go on
not when I'm hollow.
Natalie Neo
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Natalie Neo  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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