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Crippling my very stride

Breaking back my spine upon your knee

Paralysis rises

And conquers

FOr in my mind

Birds of a feather

Are birds of a few

Birds of scarce memory

Washed upon the shore

Breathing with the tides of time

And split the loaf of rusty bread

And dash the salt so tickling

Wavering

Conquering

Paralysis is ambient

Paralysis is the rising ocean

Swallowing

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