past
I am singel again. are the nearest hour second
minded cause the death
as anxious as a child, hidden in the room next door.
weghetan you with knives.
the broken foot to stop
and the jaw to be silent.
For it is the pain of writing up
hate is all you stay joined.
Thou hast thy own grave dug and the coffin
have taken for you.
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