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May 2020
Here it comes
The invulnerability
My gut expands, coated in lies
My spine straightens, propped up
by rage

Here it comes
The immoratity
My tongue slashes, freed after years of contempt
My heart beats, no choice, no direction, no beauty
Written by
Anthony Cornejo
83
   MS Anjaan
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