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feedback from a rejection
Like feedback from a radio wave
It doesn’t hit
As a huge wave
It’s like little pin pricks
In different parts of your chest and arms
And mouth and brain
It hits you straight through your chest,
Then pivots
And tightens a moment
Only to swim with your blood
Only to try and alter your color
And enhance your DNA
Doubly rejected
Is double death
I am not a gift for anyone,
I’m a force to be fought off.
Radio waves have been altered to be at the speed of light, or faster,
Which was quicker
Those waves or
That sharp arrow that went through my
Brain?



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