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Portraits
I resent.
Will remain that
I am.
No fissures. Frozen
mind. I am not thinking.
Peeling off the day
layer by layer. Fear
refuses to cross the street.
Not becoming.
Not carrying any weight.
The journey collects only―
the names.
No peaks. Restraint
I say to dark. Light
was waiting.
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