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Jan 20
He’d rather be angry than numb,
and so the feeling boils within him.
It swiftly moves through his body,
poisoning all that it touches.
The feeling settles,
burrowing deep into his worn bones.
The darkness surrounds him.
When the sun rises, he does too.
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julianne
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