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A frightened child Hidden in the empty space A tonsil left behind Once it was torn apart.

A loosened grip Trapped in the endless ambience Of the shrugged lungs That had forsaken singing. Have I told you about the fear? Have I shown you the knots within? Look for my voice echoing From the lucid dream gone wrong: My dragging feet are sleeping To its troubled, lost song. Emilija Nikoli

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