gulp.

lingering in the pit of my throat is a stomach
aching to be reassured;
the present lies to present
for unknown– for absurd
absurdity.
i think…

i think
i think too much,
not of what life people may breathe
but all of which i can’t manage to swallow.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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