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Open your dissertation,
(which is certainly uncertainty about killing,
which is probably one reason the narrative arch … )
Stretches from my hands
Lie still enough
Face harder
Push into the stakes
Streaming down my torso
Honor the room

My mind is my only open airway,
(which is certainly uncertain about being seen,
which is probably one reason the narrative arch … )
Leaks out of my mouth
Gagging long enough
Breathe harder
Push into the pain
Streaming down my legs
Honor the sky

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