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The plateau state of existence
when we’re reaching to the ground
The silent scream of resistance
in the moment of rebound
My heart is beating
blood is heating
brain stands frozen still
as my body and my will
The morning I’ll leave
is the day you’ll stay
how much of us survives
if the past always dies
I taste the mud
underneath your gut
I taste the bile
of your denial
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