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The pressure cracks my bones like a lofty barrel Weighing a top my tormented back. My rib cage once housed a humming bird That half dead, plague ridden thing flew away long ago.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
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The pressure cracks my bones like a lofty barrel Weighing a top my tormented back. My rib cage once housed a humming bird That half dead, plague ridden thing flew away long ago.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
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