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Nov 2020
Helplessness-


We can feel each individual beat




I can feel the vibrations reach my hands




can not stop shaking



We are not meant to be angry




They say







be thankful your heart can still move

because it doesn't deserve too








but it doesn't change it






how you take your knife and stab indiscriminately






in our direction







attack







after

attack














until each spirit has been pierced
















by your shared ugly knife
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     Ayesha
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