A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, March 7, 2015
I'm suffocating myself.
Bit by bit,
I cut away at ties.
I am isolated.
Alone,
Maybe there
I can save me from myself,
Take the hands off my throat.
Yes,
all alone
i can save me.
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