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Published: 2014-05-09 19:50:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 59; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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a pressure that builds up inside methat numbs my brain and shoots burning ice
down through my veins, arteries, capillaries
until all i can do is exhale it in blood
trickling down and down
settling in raised white ridges of previous attempts
with the smell of iron
and the tang of a lost tooth
these are the battles i’ve lost