Monday, February 4, 2019

our body is poison, poison

i met with cruelty, unexpectedly.
in november (and december)           what a way to end.

it doesn't know what it is. i game there so much.
in habit, a partner in crime. waiting in a box. waiting
to be opened with you in mind. but i only perform [here, now]
that cruels, that comes, that's pretty silent a killer [without]

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