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I shall stand on my own

as your words that I cannot forget

hung on the hooks of my memory.

I shall stand, stand I shall,

and spin away your words

of salt and of injury

Into indifference, into oblivion

and be shaped and reshaped

by my own conquering voice.

I shall stand. Stand I did.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

I Shall Stand On My Own

(Artwork Self-portrait with Death Playing the Fiddle by Arnold Bocklîn.)


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