A hint of air, imagine
a bright daisy in a shattered field.
Crickets breathed cruel and brittle musk.
I've been cheated; I've been choked,
and could not breathe in good words.
These thoughts ultimately bring such darkness.
There will be no traffic in me. The shame is
to torch and to teach.
Defenselessness haunts me.
I argue casually, with chills,
despite my arrogance. Go,
no need for such corruption.
Burdened again, dressed and grouchy,
no situation changes me,
material as lace.
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