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  • Writer's pictureashleyandrews

you understand right?

im choking on

invisible words

that would rather


through my veins

dragging out

past bits of pain

past bits of

stollen pleasure

than flint across

that part of my brain

that could reach out

and make contact,

a gentle contact,

of course,

just enough

to nail down

what it is that is

struggling to

break free


inside of me


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