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The Desperate Need

I need to write
I need
To wash the corruption from my bones
And twist
Tear
Those demons from my chest

I need to be purified
Through word and song
And the flow of the wind
Will remake me
Into something
Surreal

As as the ice leaves my heart
I can breathe
For the first time in eons

Eyes open
Hands grasp
Feet run
And
A heart beats


The world
Then hears
My war cry
As I raise my pen
At all who dare stand
Glaring at me
With defiance
In their dark eyes



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