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All by yourself
Anxiety
This weight has become me, I forget it’s there
How do I know where I start and end?
Until I am whizzing from my nose
Until I’ve run out of fingers to count
An invisible gun aims at me
The thing that pulls the trigger is more than I can point
I need more than toes to distract me
Like the Sun turning purple
Or the third coming
Vera
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