CANDELABRA
Equal to the force of emptiness is the
sound of solo anguish. One small
Human at a time, decaying. The
spine weakens, and the knees give
way, while the back sinks to oblivion.
Too much trouble to now have trouble.
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I can never decide which I like better:
Missing the mark, or watching that
bulls-eye splatter.
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