From the first discovery
to the first recovery
open with my mind lovely
I moved from the back
so the front could cover me
uphill I've fought
through the weeds and shrubbery
even had to make my hand grip rubbery
gun shot gun shot bullets
trying to smoother me
plus I'm allergic to the powder under me
blasting back sneezing
nasal passage wheezing
sick of this shit
meat easing blood leaking
born in it
to die in it
but for now
I'll keep breathing
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