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Exhaling I died years ago When you see this body walk on the street know it’s an incarnate of grief I think my body is bigger than me Every day I fight numerous demons in my head yet this body comes out looking like a luxury My heart is in shackles of burden yet my body moves lightly I find myself moving completely on a pendulum of oblivion How do you fight yourself? I ask myself this question when life offers acrid tastes When life shows her darkest part All I do is exhale I speak in the air and flow in body of water

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