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Beyond this Body

  • soli
  • Sep 4, 2020
  • 1 min read

show me the line

where I end,

and where the world

begins;

then, I will prove

in times sealed

— I still move

this body,

once mine

does not, will not yield

to clutches of disease

to anchors of IV

this body,

once mine

does not, will not

bind me.

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