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Boiling point

distillations of thought,

i filter everything that i say.

to make it safe -

like drinking water -

so that infection doesn’t breed in your body

to the art of my mind

and my viscous honesty.


toxicity that runs like streams from my mouth,

nuclear fallout.

you pray for me

to dissipate but I am there to remain,

looming over you as a sickness, illness.

choking you,

with the truth.

-Su Wen


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