I brushed up against the criminal world
and I was left all alone
crooks of all kinds
swept through my life
like a hefty hurricane of special strength
mostly destructive to its source
I was hard as a rock
my rules were heard, so no one got hurt
they tried toilsomely to tear my whole world apart
everything they did made me stronger
I think I should sincerely thank them for that
they played the biggest roles throughout their lives
with their unskilled hands
in my poetry and prose
quite convenient in forming my words
into one solid ground
the one that never dries
the one that will survive all the floods
constantly wanting more
but not more to get, but more to give
this gift to the world and to itself
because that’s the only thing that matters
after I turn into insoluble matter
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Mescaline Brisset
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in spite of everything,
don't do it.
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