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overcoming the drown of the tide. More afraid of death than the act of dying A sinner losing composure lies imbedded in my lungs the slip of breath the exit sign taunting me in my ball & chain. their clinking reminds me of the the windchimes intertwined in my mother's vocal cords
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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overcoming the drown of the tide. More afraid of death than the act of dying A sinner losing composure lies imbedded in my lungs the slip of breath the exit sign taunting me in my ball & chain. their clinking reminds me of the the windchimes intertwined in my mother's vocal cords
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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