Survival

I know about survival
at some point -
	the roof
	and heat
	and food

is all there is

and plastic bags
	bring sustenance
and silence

	and limbs are thin
	and pain is thick

silence is all there is
	no-one
to bring it back -

	health
	the place -

the place of love
	and trial

is all there is - no good
	surrounds

you have to live
	and breathe
for yourself

like nothing else mattered
	like this
is what you were born for

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