reluctance

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foaming in the throat I dragged myself over sand dunes knotted asphalt pulling the me that is not mine          
Can you imagine what it would mean Were I to follow you in the hunt? Were I to put my hollow dreams Out into the sun with a strong-willed punt.  
I walk into this empty hearted hall. My steps heavy, my chest hollow. My core shakes with mourning... Nobody knows I am forever stuck in tergiversation. I stand before myself, under siege with my reflection,
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