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Moon Walk



Pushing down the truth until it gasps for air,

then giving it a moment's respite.

Walking along a moonlit path with a silver shadow dancing playfully to the rhythm of my steps, yet bound to my feet.

Or is it myself who is tied down?

There is no escape either way.

A warm embrace would suffice to untangle this labyrinth of resistance.

Yet a steep mountain to climb.

Courage, come forth! I invoke.

Words swallowed in the abyss of my being,

not a slight echo is heard.

I choke.


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