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Napoleon Complex

On this table:
maritime objects some draft humanitarian letters
were portraying a picture.
Hanging on the wall, certifications of hells to heavens who knows what is written with dry blood cells and Scottish coal pencils.
Between dawn and dusk, an eye dared to peek out the window, curtain strangle body from falling into exposure.
And complexity turned punctual.
Life or death.
It’s all there is.
So choose to breathe and draw a map of the stars that will guide in the dark for a simple existence.
Perhaps on a brighter day.
Than yesterday.