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Feb 2011
full speed cold front
no stopping the fever
four walls
two ways to burn them down
one pitiful habit
to sober the spell

indecisive paranoia
rooted in a hollow memory
the tunnel narrows darkens
and turns up ahead

my skin is cold but i want to stay

i slide on frozen promises
waiting
for the weight

limbs lock
heads turn
eyes roll
and it's over
Written by
A Renee
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