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It is my favorite place,
for grand interpretation and self
relief to seep through

to go to war in shadow
with my inner self
and chaotic residue

Where the back of my back
forms a mold on every inch
of all four walls

a place for me to stay
when I refuse conviction,
to firmly hold up my arms, I tall

against my inner monsters
who wiggle their fingers
and howl in muted moans

advocating for a flea
to return to the unconscious,
my comatose home

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