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Sep 2022
The moment chin and chest are one
Angling to brace against one another
It curls your wrists as a beast would snarl
It’s involuntary: you’re breathing at intervals

(it feels nice to shiver)

You remain there
There is no real panic, 'they' still remain
'They' demand the credits roll as a tribute
You provide their names as a fair trade

(you let them see it through)
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