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high anxiety.

Running towards

a precipice; frantic

like brown rabbits


Salivating hounds

come to chase 

you down


You wait for

the fall but the

edge disappears


Excitement builds

to tremble and it

rattles and it roars

drowning you in fear


An earthquake 

manifests inward

Your peace will

have been maimed


Wring your hands 

Like a pale ghost

who finds a grey coat

collar lipstick stained


Try taking a bath

with a toaster;

you're

dreaming

but you 

can't die.
 

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