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12.12.2011

I Did Not Resurface

And so the colourless waves broke through my careful barrier and reached over me, licking and writhing to willingly seize me of all oxygen of life. Inflicting my chest with heaves of continuous needles, they were catalyzing - but not causing - the waves of nauseous pain to finally lap over me; only to freeze, and wash no more.
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