Bind Ourselves

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Anxious
He furls his brow
Exhausted
Numb

Pouring rain
Ankle deep mud
Red-faced
Drunken
Squirming

Reunification
Spiritual uplift
With malice
Let us finish
Bind wounds
Battle for his window,
His orphan,
Ourselves
Humbly
Despite exhaustion

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