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Come clean. 

Let the sun’s rule smelt you.

Let the mind and the stomach pulse,
swallow, strip each other whole.

Let the rain’s rhythm lead you.

Let all the fetters – a joke of empty, 
empty suspicion – fall brittle, 
ruined by the heat of your heart.

Let the wind-rage lift you.

There is no other moment to 
let this instinct of freedom 
vindicate your twitching muscles. 


Relinquish to the surge, 
swell, give over, give in, fall
for the drip, drip, dri

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