thoughtfullness
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The First, his bones creak. The kick of his artillery jolts his body
And he moves with it, a jerky dance that goes unnoticed
As the air is filled with the sound of metal and collisions –
My mind is free of almost all the bindings.
I create something out of nothing
I am invisible because of the over windng.
I am not compatible with their lusting
The world treats me differently