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Summer 1854
windows moist
eyes stare without seeing
index and thumb joined
lovers-like circling — unending
a carver’s top on my mouth
blood, who’s blood?
trickle down my gut
eat! insolent fool!
lovers-like stabbing — unending
seething anger soothes
Hail! How cruel fair is.
Seen yet what it has done?
nothing outside is not inside the rails
Cry! You stupid child!
I laughed instead.
I laughed as I did.
lovers-like laughing — unending
Will this ever end?
I wish it does, I wish it won’t
I laughed as I did.
28th of October 2024;
Maybe, just maybe…
Somehow at somepoint — we all did.

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