oh agatha
it burned when you left
like exiting a sewer and smelling fresh
daylight again
angry and i was
hot and i was
feral and i
changed myself
for your mystery and guidance
it was uncalled for what i did
how i behaved
the acts i committed
tranquil was this posture
entities which fall between my eyes
and sail
into dawn
like old friends
like pigs and like my song
and like aries falacy
oh god i am different
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