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I Blame

Good grief, it’s killing me.
Destabilizes pressure to my heart
Suffocates cycle of my breathing
Chokes passage in my airway.
Do I need reiteration here?
I huff, cough and scoff
And you:
A dose of my own medicine
Now sick and tired, and preoccupied.
I’m writing.

30 Aug 10

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You use the words in the right way, loved it
 — Hulda

tnx hulda, i know despite its flaws. maybe will work on this sometime. :)
 — softyetharsh


; )
 — fractalcore