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Sickened

-The night has come upon us in graceful waves.
With a thieves' heart and a constant weary we set out onto the dark streets;
With open windows and closed doors.

We met at the beach by an ocean that had an angry name
There the fish were gasping for air and coming to the surface
And in the background men made of clouds and sea salt played the violin with intention.

"Who is that man" I said with a trembling lip
"Why does he think he can look at me so-
What gives him the right to have such eyes?!

I made my march and shed blood with fiery
I held my tongue in time of war
But only now am I allowed to look deeper into my shadows.-


*-Margot

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