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Aug 2021
I give myself this hour
Just one small hour
I am free in my own mind

I’ll chain smoke
Until they’re gone
Lose everything I tried to find

Nothing’s wrong
Or everything is
I came clean, left it behind

Build a fort
Tunnel in
Can’t breathe but I have to hide

Betray myself, always myself
With weakness, vanity
And pride

Find myself
Never another
In this small kernel of life

The one I found
Buried here
A layer beneath
The sky
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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