Prompt: Write a 7-line poem about one of the 7 sins, 7 words each line, no word more than 7 letters--the Septastich form.
Sloth is known to shadow my persona,
torpor toward what my own heart desires.
The storm that hides beneath my surface
presses tight against the bounds of rules
induced by culture, family, fortune, and biology:
"Be nice," "Say yes," "Retreat," "Don't push."
My path to recall Self: jump free.
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