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When I emerge from this aching husk,I'll absorb these stains,
They hurt to touch.
Words set to kill,
Their barbs to wound,
Control so raw,
And bent to ruin...
But new growth stirs in pressure,
-Dark
The birth of strength,
To spite a narc.


