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Jun 2020
It was not courage I found, dwelling up inside.

I roared at empty spaces til I bled out.


Neither was it hope, clinging unto shreds.


I tore apart, tattered ataraxia.

I found the elusive line between cacophony & symphony.

Here I lie,


In peace.
A minute
An hour
A day
A year

Calm

9th of February, 2018.
Batchelor
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