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Doubt
Flaccid body,
stuck to the ground.
Writhing heart,
huffing like a hound.
Lying against the grain,
his life an internal bleeding.
Still he holds on, not yet gone;
protected by his final, external breathing.
One last breath,
a ray of sun over the skyline.
again he picks himself up off the ground
no longer on the sidelines.
stuck to the ground.
Writhing heart,
huffing like a hound.
Lying against the grain,
his life an internal bleeding.
Still he holds on, not yet gone;
protected by his final, external breathing.
One last breath,
a ray of sun over the skyline.
again he picks himself up off the ground
no longer on the sidelines.
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