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influenced by the alignment of dust particles

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may the struggle not yield interpretable art

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meek eyes downcast as the reign begins, you think it only a drizzle before their thunder begins

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proclaiming humanity in every scar built on the pain of empathy; thankful to be tough and yet tender still

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when the thought of passing in sleep hangs your limbs heavier against the mattress, the possibility carrying within itself a gravity in preparation of burial.

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13

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an awful man will die this year, god willing, and we'll celebrate for a brief moment the way in which death can sometimes simulatenously take (evil) and give (in reprieve, relief, respite). for once a loss not tied to grief.

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masses of (free?) thinkers, all too regulated and all too reluctant to speak. yes, why not take your freedoms with you to your quiet grave, early to be dug by- bleeding through the calluses of - your own (free?) hands.

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the shadow of lust
whispered worship
raw against her breast

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shackled to my wants,
needs hanging on by stringy threads,
begging to be saved from myself

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living life a bit too slow to survive

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to remember the first moment vs to have always known

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the nausea of broiling anger and how it first seeps from pores and ducts, wetting a body drenched and dry in equal measure. then the heaving out of an emptiness that still leaves bits of itself stuck in your throat, teasing out the next bout of sickness.

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"death toll" - like a mere memento mori slotted into every hour of our day, and still we play at living. unburdened by the heaviness of bodies on our backs. in time, you, too, will be a weightless reminder of death - a bell for a disembodied arm to ring once and never again.

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may yesterday's pain pave the way for today's action, and today's weariness pave the way for tomorrow's resilience.

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consumption with no thought akin to poison in small draughts

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my days are made up of whispered prayers to bright screens; hushed promises of paradise to a new face every hour, eyes meeting eyes through time and space as one breathes and the other decays.

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those of us left living pray - and we praise . and we praise. and we praise. chanting hope and despair in agonising perpetuity.

glory. glory. glory.
like a light shining down - spotlighted by our faith - onto white burial shrouds.
martyrs. martyrs. martyrs.

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at this point in livestreamed cruelty, what a fucking blessing it is to be "too emotional".

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finger to my pulse, still alive, somehow still beating at life's drum as humanity drops (bombs) all around.

finger to my pulse, still alive,
somehow still beaten at by life's drumming as humanity drags (murdered) corpses all around.

finger to my pulse, still, somehow, beating.

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for every weakness, you've an overlooked strength

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there is a transformative power to enduring anger - where pure instinct is transcended into purpose and hope is shaped from the embers