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Sky's a gray today
like time showing
her age or mine
Between steps
off that delicate
line I tried to
keep hidden
keep myself
hidden at all
times under
these days
Stitched lips
and barbed
wire protecting
a emptiness
A flickering
vacancy sign
that I still
lose breath
for, lose my
choke hold
grasp I have
on reality left
Tumbling down
further and
further below