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I emerge
One less of me
After all has been done
Drowning is drowning
Whether it be
Passive or by force
Beauty does not
Lift the finality
A last gasp
A hopeful breath
And endings
All the same
Dress it up
In pretty words
Or play it up
As morality
You hold yourself judge
Smug and superior
Broken in the face
Of all you destroy – Caroline A. Slee