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Nemiceps

Undone,
Lacerated.
Sterilized, opened.
Dissected, blessed.
Worshipped, studied.

Faint peace contaminated.
Muddy birches in the gentle wood.
Hunted like a quail, like a deer.
Silence is the only thing I hear.

Mutilated, disgraced,
Sacrilege defaced.
Wiped clean, teaming.
Moping in the mire,
Finally linked, finally an apostle.

Behind bars of glass,
Under a white font,
Hesitation beneath ambiguity.
If these skies are opaque,
My mind is cleansed.
Reconciliation is my best friend,
Until into some other enlightenment I descend.
Written by antonee19
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