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death in adagio
binding my roots to the earthÂ
is a sacred therapy.
my soul recognizes it
as muscle memory.
this holy walk on eternal plank,
brushing elbows with the grey
while i claw to escape my skin.
a draw of breath into infinite abdication,
bleeding out in memory.
Monday 19th August 2024 6:11 pm
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