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this is
embarrassing but
hold my head,
despondent and
restrained,
as it's turning
oceans into pools
of sweat—
soaked in thoughts and
sweet, sweet smoke,
squeeze my fingers
until the sin
abruptly stops
and i can finally breathe;
and hold my head
while i bend my body
to stay on the ground, half-digested
matter and spit and blood
and all—
concrete floors
are not much of a home...
but you can hold
your breath if you want to.
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I really enjoyed this. It was so raw, and the end really hits home. 