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  BREATHE.  

I ask myself

How am I supposed to write

Create

Envision

When he takes everything

Away

Every last word and paintbrush

Pencil and thought

Is stripped from my well being

I don't see a writer when I see

Myself

Rather a product

Of his destruction

His war

I realize

And I can't hear myself

I can't ask myself

To breathe

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