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May 2021
Humanoid figurines dance along
Barely distinguishable from each other
As they dip and twirl across the floor.

Adversaries to what I've done...
Haters of the methods I've used
All dance across my mind in violent war.

They struggle to keep balance as
I shove them away, trying to save
Whatever is left of my battered core
Jaicob
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Jaicob  18/M/six feet under
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