United States
33° 30' 28.6992" N, 112° 6' 4.6476" W

It hurts to breathe and I grow
tired of being
splintered ribs can hold
no fluttering soul
ghosts of the past have taken
refuge in vacated space:
and my bones
    creak with their
       wounded hearts


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