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Pride by L. M. Montes

Against the wind one pushes forth,
with fight and footsteps heading north,
an arctic breeze inside it grabs
a hold of bones
the heart it stabs.

How to stop this hardship now,
just ask for help, to you it bows,
no and no for help is forbidden,
to do for oneself
so they’ll be forgiven.


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