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insensible resilience
I’m so perfectly perfect I have it all under control
My anxiety is running rampant
My death will be silent and slow
How frigid to feel the breeze on my skin
No matter the wind continues to blow
I’m stubborn I persist I don’t stop going toe to toe
My mind is reeling
My heart remains unfeeling
I must stop it I continue to grit
My fingers hurt from my theatrical shaping
My lips raw, trickling pomegranate seeds abating
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Aicha Jemaa
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