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I rest on this peg.

How I hate it so.

This miserable waiting that I do loath.

Waiting for nothing, anticipating the same

Disappointment aroused from Man’s dreadful game.

The light shines on me when the door cracks open.

But never too long.

The darkness returns again.

I hate being sorted, so categorized.

Thrown on the rack, left there to die.

I hate it because no matter what Man might say:

Equal freedoms, rights, equal powers and pains,

Ties are never equal.


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