Peace
never mind the fact
that in your sickness
you tried to bury me
buried under the ruble
of false assumptions
that made you think
you new me
I can tell you
with absolute certainty
that you do not
I'm many things
and speak in many different ways
that only prolong the sweet destruction
I sometimes crave
when one stands in opposition
to the person I'am
that's always
sought out
peace
Mandeville 26
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