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It doesn’t matter when you’re wrong or right; If
You act like this. Forgive my candor fellow
Writers and readers: But this gruff posture is
Not one of vertebrae but of corrosion, and
If only there was a shop who’d take it.
A throng of follicles are phallous on the knuckles.
Construed and denied; I see its fingers trying to pierce through my skin, yanking the plugs so I become numb. I see it’s fingers rupturing my flesh, It’s sores slowly eating my brain, its
Letting me succeed. Why? To pontificate complexity? I hate, I love, I love I hate, I hate I love: it doesn’t defeat the point. What can we do
To help that?
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