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Going Strong.

Look at that disgusting
little man, shy
exhibitionist with a pen,
self-flagellation broke the skin
and he bleeds ink.

Breathing smoke, burning
the midnight oil till
it’s an uncontrolled fire,
rise from the ashes
at the sound of the alarm.

Bear the grind,
wash, rinse and repeat
till all the grains
of life are gone.

Not even death
has stopped this train,
derailed again, yet still
going strong.

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