| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - hs.i have to pee.yet my body is a book of throbbing torment unwilling to unfold from it is position of semi-comfort where the stinging pain of unforgiving skin has left it imobile like a chalked silhouette of a dead drive by victim on my bedsheets.i have to pee.my breathing, once an assumption of normalcy because i was 37 and relatively healthy, is now faltering as i contemplate the long walk from
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