I say we call it a poem?

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thin clawing fingers slowly tighten
around a throat that becomes quite frightened
breath is a luxury that can not be afforded
gripping emotions hold perceptions distorted
these strangling cords of insecurity
is why I must let go of the fantasy
lungs long with welcome awaiting fresh air
the steady rhythm of a life that's not fair
 
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