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08.20.08 / 11:52 am
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cruelty is alive,
somehow, nebulous concept personified,
wherein the aching hearts of man pursue ignoble means
of redefinition and self-righteous redemption;
i include myself, wholeheartedly,
having destroyed my immunity with antibiotics,
like some last, desperate, hopeful infection.this cruelty breeds mistrust,
and blackens our dark grey parts,
until the loneliness is rank,
but remains as a comfortable hole in which to retire,
a place to sleep through the winter,
though with little hope for spring. somewhere along the way,
we have lost our bearings,
and now move backward, into non-being.
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