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as black & empty
as the vastness of space
white & crisp
like new curtains made of lace
hard & heavy
like Sisyphus’ boulder
a fire that
continues to smoulder

strugglin’
like any animal in a trap
burnin’
like a bad dose of the clap
runnin’
like weeds grown wild
with all the confusion of
a bullied child

darkness
like a closed coal mine
you wait
like clothes dryin’ on a line
hopin’
like a woman awaiting birth
jes’ hold your head high
an’ remember what you’re worth

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