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dorm windows
draped with prison bars. squeeze your neck through, drop your eyes to the shining cement six floors under, wonder if death will dress you in white between breaths, or if the ground will rupture, spilling sirens that can’t shoot you & little white pills you can’t OD on. your heart snaps, & you’re back: reality. like you never left. like all is well. your roommate stares at the window & back to you. she doesn’t know.
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