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WITH MY SOLITARY LACRIMOSA NIGHTs

i wrote the word, “ax” and felt the deep cut (my
pain is nonexistent except for my tender heart \
\
and so i wept purple tears across a tender
pomade
full of black bruises
So i walk the sweating
cobble stones toward
oblivion knowing the next
word, “grief” will do
me in __!
My left foot became limp and as my eyes juggled
perception while the air opened a door to which
i flew within –i did!
who is right
who is wrong
who is strong
who is weak
And, importantly ask i:
WHO ARE YOU? I AM ME!
who are you?
Bruises are valiant awards
across the heart hatred something
else all together!

:: 01-11-2017 :