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Yanamari May 2018
An overwhelming feeling
under-
whelming

Seeping into my veins
slowly
bleeding

Corrupting my brain
ringing
whispers

Muddling my sight
dim
lights

Corroding my soul
draining
time

Until I am overtaken
Glazed
eyes

By my loss of will
Where
Loss of might
Am I?
Sans all
Josh Jul 2014
pull me near
   and embrace
      my palpitations,
         the spiders
            in my throat,
               my caffeinated blood,
                  my weakly ghosts

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