From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

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Cutting through flesh and grinning
is that of anger and
amenity.
Hidden
Obsequious.
Mystical but eluding
the open air
Breathe the air
Do not stifle
thine own words
Do not speak
backwards reality
Repeat the past and unravel your soul.

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