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The pumpkin grows to be eviscerated
of its insides–we make an armor
out of life and then we give it a name,
sculpting into it some stationary effect so its emptiness may radiate from the inside out. It is in this moment that I am alive and burning, burning bright; as I am slowly ebbing, only to collapse into myself.

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