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Mar 2019
The muscles ache,
or it may be bones now,
and I am but a host,
for their pulsing complaints.

Today the motion will never cease,
I am the brain within the body,
and the world cannot be silent presses,
or it will rot away.
Written by
Starlight  19/Transmasculine/Australia
(19/Transmasculine/Australia)   
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