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Strings and Sinews (Free verse) by aburiedlife so i take a broken seashell
and scrape out everthing
dead and dying
from inside my chest
and end up lighter
and finally clean
but colder than i
have ever been
staying warm just as long
as i keep walking
because i came to one day
thrown clear of the wreckage
amazed that i could just walk away
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