Oblivion 

Slow death like a flower in a drought. 

Numbness like novacane. 

Limp hands dangle out of desperation. 

Heart beat slows, pulse drops.

Mind endangered like species. 

Growth like dwarfs, stunted. 

360 back to here. 

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