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Jan 6
Like a fish
flopping in the sand
sucking in not-life
I am
where I should not be
Like a bug
wrestling
with the suffocating web
striving wraps me tighter
in death
I am overcome
trying
trying so hard
for so long
decades
I must
I will
I alone
But now my strength
sighs away
I lie dying
Is that why we grow old?
So we will
finally
give up
and let you
carry us?
Photo by Sheila Bair
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