Metta

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Straining in the inescapable advent of nausea
Manifesting in my soul.

Bound, besieged by sinful steam
waxing within warmed panes
I try to breathe.

Buddham saranam gaccami.

Persistent through the absurdity,
You expose freedom secluded in the snagging thickets of
redundancy.





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