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Sep 2019
Move the magnet from your compass
when you want to know the way.
Slay the snake inside your stomach,
it hunts truth, its only prey.

Throw a stone at self-deception
though the mirrors in your hall.
Can you feel it, breathing slowly?
None but pride before the fall.
Written by
Alex Gifford  28/M/NW Arkansas
(28/M/NW Arkansas)   
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