Succulent

A poem

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Drafting the process of exhalation, molecules do,
dew on the new leaf, blueberries on the maple, structured so,
inside we reveal the egoic battles of attainment,
outside is the wall that divides us from us from them,
outside is the refraction of prisms that wash away with impurity,
with every tear we are weary, life begets, accepting our fright.