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Let them be meaningless. Stop.
For they flow from the depth
Of a wounded soul flopped.
Why scrubbed thou me
Against a stone so mean?
Tho’, less was I than microscopic
Create I a view wide as telescopic
But you reduced me to nothing
Would you please undo the swatting?
Knoweth thou not
that it hurts?
Break. Silence. Break
Lines that hurt
Let these lines be broken
Poisoned distoned eulogy
Sing the dirge.
Break. Silence. Brokeness.
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