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Nails
slowly but inexorably
as if they fear what is inside,
to what lives in this body
that I contain and contains me.
to hide the shame
of my body fleeing from my body,
of my interior externalizing
what I hide inside
to lighten the weight of remorse,
but they reappear and remind me
what it is to cling to life,
and what it is to refuse death.
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