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Jun 2022
the one who cuts us, we become
spew the same venom, too numb
to reflect, reject, the rejection
instead harness the sweetness
that grew bigger and bitter
burdens piling on top of each other, stressing out each other
cats in cars, birds in caves
displaced, misplaced, disrespectful space
where is the worldly womb
too tired of this white room
100 nights awake in this room
100 nights without you
I S A A C
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