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23-09-06, 12:45 PM
Aborted Freedom in a Jar
Conceived in half love
an almost formed ideal
floats in chemicals
of supposed preservation.
No smell of death.
Stilled movement of life.
Bulge the closed lids
that see nothing.
Fist in liquid air,
armed in Amandla stance.
Just nullness,
as the voice mouths a mute scream.
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