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It was this departure of rest
and this flight of my beloved tranquility
that reminded me
how to forget interest this morning
and replace it with a boring feeling.

I wouldn't like to hear it from
my own voice, but it pierced
today's supplies of my fighting spirit,
emphasizing where I don't really fit.

I wouldn't like to whisper it to
my own guts, but it shook
today's package of my anti-fragility...
turpentine repellant to make me witty.

Shoving the thought of one last blow
making her feel better in distress' terms,
she thought,

It was so astonishing how
these shallow wounds
could still tear me apart.

My Achilles' heel, forgotten or not,
was shot by tragedy's stupefying arrows;
together with my trunk of my hopes,
I ran out, not paying through the nose.

I lost my packages, my supplies,
and my trunk of balance.
Tell me how can I stand now...
when I've lost my stance?

And I thought,

It was so stunning how
these light bruises
could still bring ache to my heart.

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