Early Epilogue
I hide revenge
in poems
no one will
keep or read,
my enemies
gone away
to abandon
criticism,
live catatonic
by a lake,
egg left
on face
believed to
not exist.
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Early Epilogue I hide revenge in poems no one will keep or read, my enemies gone away to abandon criticism, live catatonic by a lake, egg...
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