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Jun 9
Hold, hold—
keep holding your breath
keep biding your time.

Put your grief
back
in it's sheath

Abide—
there's been rules set
for a reason.

Who are you,
to unlock the cage
around your lungs?

How dare you wish? How dare you hope?

Silent warrior—
who begs to be loud
who begs to be violent.

Hold, hold—
not a sound.
because what is grief, if not a sword you learn to sheath before you learn to swing around?
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starseeker  16
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     naǧí, Thomas W Case and Kalliope
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