Offense

Are you here to parade in my past

Marching, lock, stock and barrel

With all the should’ve-been soldiers

Never healed

Never having entrusted their hand

Am I here to remain unredeemed

Writhing, uncertainty everywhere

With all the versions of me

Never arrived

Never knowing anything but alone

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