The voices that say
you have no space for feeling
despite having rubble in your lungs
it doesn't matter
this is the truth, no gas
no envy for the shortages
as if there is enough day
or night to cover the world
bone for bone
a cloud in the day
the voices that chant in marches
you have no space for feeling
turning a head to me
if only, they read.
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