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Exulansis

  • Writer: Taylor Thomas
    Taylor Thomas
  • Mar 6, 2025
  • 1 min read

My experience is not yours. 

Yet you warp yours to match mine 

A hopelessness of getting you to understand, The cage that is my chest 

The hands that so violently unsheathed me 

of my dignity. You can't fathom hands that aren't yours. The day of reckoning cannot be perceived by those who shall not sin 

Exulansis; the feeling of hopelessness trying to explain a situation that you cannot comprehend


By Hopelessness

 
 
 

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