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This Is Anguish
Category: /Poetry/Loss/
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there is dust behind
my eyeballs
and perfume of wilted flowers
jammed into my nostrils
vomit in the back of
my throat
blood seeping out of my
heart through
my shirt
as my eardrums burst
from the cries of my soul
to think it
meant nothing
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