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14/10/16 A hard-squinting glimpse of anxiety

Limited oxygen,

air supply

cut short.

Dwin-

-dl-

-i-

-n-

.

.

-g

 

down to nothing.

Hands around my throat

squeezing tighter

and tighter

and tighter...

fall to my knees,

fall to the floor,

fall down for truth.

Fall against the fractured mirror.

 

...open eyes...

 

See my own hands!

 

Strangling.

 

 

 

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