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Nerves
It’s almost as if you’ve been
reborn.
The moment
you can take a breath
without feeling yourself
drowning.
Cement is no longer
running through your veins
slowing every movement,
because now it is only gravel.
Your head is now
not filled with buzzing static,
and instead
the distant sound of
electric storm clouds.
Enraged fire
replaces the
sleeping snow.
You are finally se...
Monday 23rd April 2018 8:09 pm
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