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freedom

ataraxis: n. a state free from stress of anxiety and stress, eg. he lives in the state of ataraxis, capital, his room

top up your water bottle

fill a taxi with confetti
let’s go, you and I,
we’ll never grow up
we’ll live in a bomb shelter
somewhere stocked with paintball guns
and a pool
the longest one you’ve ever seen
and we’ll swim and never get wrinkled
we’ll never have to work from six to nine
scream at the cars that drive by, take calls
we’ll leave the anonymous factions in trucks online
with their guns and manifestos and their whooping
leave the people who don’t trust any anybody behind
with their corrosive cheekbones and cyanide-lined lips
we’ll close the blast door
and never open it for anyone again.

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