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Haru
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2020-12-08
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***
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the entirety of the heavens
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all spinning through the darkened sky
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so visible since the lockdown began
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severed from car lamps and street lights
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not that it is safe to saunter
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through these shadowy streets alone
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so I barricade myself in the first room I can find
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and watch pedestrians' computer screens glow
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an ocean of potential portals to Hell
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retrofitted with keyboards and such
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I can't be the only one responsible for this mess:
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the burden would simply be too much
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I scour my inner regions raw in the shower
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to punish myself for feeling
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and then, come blood, curse my land
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not given time for healing
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this crimson flower that graces my shoulder
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seeks out the rivers that run in my veins,
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the opening to Yomi that feeds off my pain,
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convinced I won't live long enough to grow older
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had I existed a thousand years
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earlier, these fingers might have been
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spent weaving reams of fabric, worked
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to the bone, to the point of tears
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but a clock hails above me, ticking down to nil
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if only I had batteries so my purpose I could fulfill
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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