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Atrophy

Atrophy poem by Carling Ernstzen

I feel like the breathe has been ripped from my chest,
pulled out like a silk scarf.
Struggle for breathe. 
Coming undone
as all my senses fold in upon themselves. 
It hurts to say no and goodbye to you. 
You now wear that scarf as a trophy

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