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The final smoky wisps of anger
tug at me and shake my mind
already sluggish and ready to
dive into the rapturous abyss.
Those unwelcome vestiges of
outburst brought on by an
untimely death in the closing
seconds of long fidgeting and
twitching against the like-faced
hordes knowing only the slow,
choking decay of same-bred life.
I sway, I write, I clack metal
that only it would all leave me be.