deeper
into a pit
but far from it
all
longing to be
where it once
was
not in the
corner
cowering as if
waiting
to be beat into
submission
as rage
explodes like rain
onto everything
smashing pieces
fall
like a colder
season
when everything
starts to die
it has been
dead now
for some time
kicked from end
to end
it will no
doubt expire
just like milk
in the fridge…
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