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i have survival seared across my cheek

independence tattooed on my face

the imprinted knuckles of fear on bloody skin

and the skin of slain lodged in my tongue

i was named for memories

those long lost, buried in sand so deep

you'd never miss them during nights alone

i sleep days and wander night after night

alone, singing prayers of exile

learning the language of the wind

leading me due north to an inferno of a star

a guiding light

enticing me to play with death

with fire, with your bones

while you tell me what its like to be you

you bear scars and shame, chasing away

anger like dust on clouds

and i am incapable of anything but wonder;

i only call you liar because stories like yours

never end this way

you find a saving grace and leave me

faithless, desperate

and better for knowing a state other than depravity

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