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Nov 2018
this is what cowards,
weakling,
worms,
and philosophasters do

seeing suffering as
a fur coat
to hide into,
to dodge the rain of daggers
we all must endure

come out cowards!
come out
and dull these daggers with me!

throw yourselves
out of melancholy's embrace
into the steel rain
and know the pneumonic chill
of reality
the perspective will change you
and mere problems shall flutter
like maya birds in the summer

and the soone enough,
the daggers shall be
as light as feathers
Aloysha Giane Vito
Written by
Aloysha Giane Vito  17/M/the Vatican
(17/M/the Vatican)   
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     psykhe and Loser
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