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2-22-03





My soul floats



Being called back



Each time I breath



Hollow, emptiness encases me



Pushing back against my ribcage



My stomach lurches



But I calm myself



Hatred shall not pore forth



From these lips, for the taste



Is such a bitter taste



That all the blood



And bile



Shan’t surpass it