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Repentance

Gnash my teeth on words of stone, Crash these bones into Your own. And print the chains of a million slaves, Upon my page, upon this wage, Earned. Made flesh and forgotten, Burned. Gilgamesh begotten, Returned, to the pillar of salt body, Petrified stare at the clear cuts, shoddy. No care, bare, nothing there, Stare. Share these words if I could before, My mind goes blank. ... The face in shadow, Now in light. The face in shadow, Unending sight. Bearing witness, Day and night. Eternal stare, Nothing there. Bare. Can't care, won't care. Stare. ... Then comes the rain. Which starts almost imperceptibly, And drapes me in the gentlest patter, Seeping through my frozen matter, Until deep trenches burrow and clatter, Down my face and to the floor batter Drip drop drip drop streams and splatter. Until I am no more. Nothing but a puddle on the floor.

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