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May 2014
I want you to know
I want to show
The death in me
that helps me grow

Look at my face
What do you see?

Past my eyes
The thing that is me

Feel it swell up?
Burst till its free.
The gravity of which
Brings the soul to its knees.

Catch it and recognize.
To find the human nature.
That is the real prize
Ezo TericK
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