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Run, scream, flail,
in a spirit absolutely free
like a goddamn banshee

through the available coping
mechanisms till
you come crashing, crawling,
empathy-fueled offering
to those begging eyes
in hope of change.

Green light? You go
the way of the lemming
but suffer paralysis
at the ledge,
christened messenger
of the potentially gravity-bound
and you scream,

you say,

just stay away.
Get the hell away.
It was in me,
now its out of me

and its hungry for everything,


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