Syndromes
What is there left to accomplish
When the highest clouds have been touched?
There is such victory in silence
compared to the sound of your thoughts.
Dodging the cracks in the sidewalk
Nearly led me to my death.
The world is my captor and
Has embraced me in warm deceit.
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