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No Powers On This Earth

Did it really happen?
Did he really do this?
The bruise on his cheek seems to say so.
Somehow standing up, weaving in place,
Weak posture betraying fragile state of mind.

Something so warm tight intimate
Large and important
Brutal and belittled in a second
Or two.

So he stands there, empty
Fighting to remain whole
To not lose himself
Along with his world.



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