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Deifying gravity

When you were allowed
to walk  
they took your legs,  
stitched your lips  
until anger dripped  
through the corners
of your mouth.  
A dead planet, pulled at  
by a burnt-out sun.  
 
Murder came with every season  
 
I feel the shock wave  
as you collide with yourself,  
fake flesh splitting  
from your form,  
microcosms of humanity  
erupt as light,  
new worlds are being created,  
as you grow ideas of a life  
never seen before.  
 
Razzerleaf
Author's Note
Every storm runs out of rain
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