The optimist stands tall and swats away attempts to reach.
Eyes wide, smoke billows from an open mouth.
(he says)
"you've spent too long in my shadow,
there is no safety left I can provide you"
So unchanged but unbroken,
we covered our heads and ran into the coming months.
Our fear! Our fear of the words!
Our fear!
Our fear of the words was the only tumor in our throats.
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