Because,
Even the best of us can
Cut off
Our own hands, unconsciously, when
Malignant pain knocks so hard it caves
In doors to rooms we
Never intended to
Go into. Ever again. But,
Remember, recalibrate, reckon:
Each of us fights with
Searing force to distract ourselves from
Tangled agony when, rather, it is the
Ornamentation of the devastated
Rea…
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