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Can’t I decide in a solitary tone
I relentlessly leave myself dormant at home
Wanting to cocoon these terraced memories
Aimlessly lost in certain invisibilities
Stirring to sway off this pivotal sensation
A controlling and painful rationalization
Ones who have arisen—ones who have stayed
Not just me—you as well have paid
Windows embraced by my own obscurity
Leaving me to my repentance and anonymity
I truly want a revolution of the mind
An expulsion of suspicion—the absence of time
There seems to ever rise my broken capacities
These ceaseless callous certain invisibilities

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