Bile

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bile

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rises in me

as I think of the pain

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Pain

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~

ferments in me

as I think of the grief

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Grief

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~

transforms into

Blind Rage and Anger

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~

I try to

focus

~

on anything

~

anything

but the truth

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just to offer

~ㅤ ㅤ respite

~

to my tormented psyche

~

~

my punished soul bleeds a little each day

every

~

~ every atrocity

by others

~

~ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤin power

~ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤobscene ㅤdelight

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