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Ill


My head
and heart
depart

this world
and all the noise
threatens

a pensive peace; a soft glow
knitted throw
just below

the couch
rabid dust bunnies, romp
cause this cough

to find
i scoff
at everything… lingering

belching blows to my soul
scarred and scratched
by (who’s?) disregard.

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