If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Constrictor

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Saturday, November 3, 2007

The Constrictor

Time has twisted itself around me capturing my breath squeezing where there is still room suffocating all hope. I try to wiggle from its confinement only to feel it tighten its hold on me, I fight for breath but I know I’ll never be free. Sign in to see full entry.

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