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There is a raw sincerity when I wish death...death only...but a plop like never before and it departs...the inability to die and the impossibility to live...do they have to be so much in love around me in the dark? I am the bench where they meet, kiss, fondle and make love...I look on...sometimes with tears...at other times, untorn...almost lidlessly...

Win-Dow

The pain of dots

Accuse on

The pain in dots

Self-accuse

All that rots

Time to go

For Good

There is

No time kept...