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Feb 2020

A lump in your throat;
--unable to breathe
(an ache in the trache
from the moment you wake)
And upon your larynx, tight-squeezed
is the cold hand of death
choking away the word, hope
as you struggle for breath

And the only way you can survive
is to convince yourself  that no one gives a ****

because there is a dark, ******* cloud,  smothering
smothering..


everything.


I like it.. I'm not gonna crack
I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
I love you, I'm not gonna crack
I killed you.. I'm not gonna crack.

https://youtu.be/pkcJEvMcnEg
~Kurt C
Written by
M Vogel  Musica est spiritus Dei ❤
(Musica est spiritus Dei ❤)   
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