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And in bending knees,
Wills break.
To bended necks,
Ripe for guillotines.
Chagrin and wide smiling.
Breaking.
Aware of all our sins.
Encapsulated doubt,
Broken.
Bending like trees,
To things we don't believe in.
Bare necks and souls,
We become our own
Gallows.

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