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Quickening in the Casket.

Feeling
as though you
have been buried alive,
though you are

but a seed
that has been planted
and these are just
growing pains.

Cannot help
the quickening moth
out of its cocoon
without killing it.

You intend
a healing scalpel,
as you wield
your murderous blade.

The sapling
must break its own seed
and rise
through the soil,
striving towards
the stars above.

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