Monday, August 4, 2014

Calling For Help. Comments

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I taste blood in my throat and weight on my heart.
The air enslaved in my lungs and its hard to discard.
The ribs clinch so tightly, I fear they might shatter.
Like a mirror crashing in to splinters.
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Ayesha Tulkubra
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Ayesha Tulkubra

Ayesha Tulkubra

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