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Poetry - 'Indistinguishable Importance'

The sky looked like someone had tried to claw their way out,

The chill pinched at my arms,

Wooden slates etched their way into me,

'Tink' as I pick up my glass,

Inhale. Drink. Look.

Look. Inhale. Drink.

Raw in my throat, 

Ten fresh lines I wrote,

each of indistinguishable importance. 

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