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How we (poets) escape
I cannot speak for
people, poets, or anyone
but myself alone.
when a cut sinks deep
in my skin, reaching for my core
I help the pain sink
I embrace all things
if we would do this, let us do it.
pain has never killed.
and if this one would,
nowhere in the world would save me
any extra day.
Victor Oyedele
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