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Jun 2020
How much you weigh
Is how much you stand up on
How much you are
The weight of your being
Flesh
Skin
Bones
Blood
Without breath
Without movement
Planting one’s foot against
The ever moving conveyor
But without actually
Escalating
I found Complacency
What does it mean to be complacent to you?
Ming
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Ming  Singapore
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