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I thought it left me but it hadn't.

Understand what force is. Force is both the prison industrial complex....and also us any time that we force. And the way we think we can force. Or force ourselves.
What are we
locking away unjustly?

The subtle walk between force and what is simply there. This is the relation of your life. This is the dichotomy, the atlas of your heart. Two nations....or maybe one nation denying the presence of the other. One race denying the presence of the other.

We repeat it here and now. It will resound until eternity. And will it even be refracted? Or just the same sound in our ears. In your head.

Zombie.

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