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Fuck it
Fuck it all
Let it burn
And fester

That corner
Around that corner
Old windows
And an attic
Basin with cold water
Olive bread
I could breathe
Grow lines on my face

It awaits me

Very intense, Ania. I wish you could have come to the Event and recited this at the Poetry Jam.

Sincerely,
Elizabeth