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drowning

i am  
over my head,  
i can feel  
the ink  
building  
in my veins,  
filling my lungs,  
 
every time
i try to breathe,
there's
no place
for
the fresh air
to go,

these thoughts,
words,
stanzas
lining
my imagination,

this ink
will
suffocate me
unless
i can find
a way
to release it
safely.

i relax  
and open  
my soul,  
letting these
poems
drain  
from me,  
to be absorbed  
by the pages
i hold.  


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