washing over my marrow, a sea of dark, dark green
its sqeezing and tighenting
a bout of dyspnea, a seige of breathlessness
i get palpitations and my eyebrows furrow,
towards the center.
i am thinking about your functioning.
it rips at my hypothalamus
i hope im not losing, not losing...
but some times i am jaded of the chase
because somehow i know,
i'll
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