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The most basic code is anger.
It is the prettiest girl.
She is working on your problems.
She is making you a new mask.
She’s here, at the end of the cage
where only some of us will turn around,
the rest stay and listen. Some will
kneel a little
and hold the black bars,
made of the spines of letters
from the future. Remember,
once you were good for nothing,
and you didn’t know it.
One day is all of them.
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