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May 21, 2019
Crows gather in the little spaces between my-
my Brain and between my Eyes
where did it go- The Light? have you seen it?
the fog persists
Did you know I still see Him?
every Time I close my damned, rotting Eyes
His hand chokes me from inside
stays my Putrid Breath more than the cigarettes ever could
I can feel you, even now, my dear.
I'm drowning and you can't-
you can't see past the seagulls.
I Am Rotting and There Is No Peace
© Luke J., Minetrista, MN
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