As the dust settles with the wind,

So my pen rises to settle the words wanting escape from this institution my body and mind have become.

No one direction, merely an exhalation of my emotions, a resurrection in deep need.

In the dichotomy of fragility and stubbornness, they float in limbo.

The heartbeats which beat disguise of pain or premonition.

Squeezed into a chamber, crying out for exhalation and resurrection.

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