The pain, the friction, the feral passions,
the fury, the memories, the sarcasm,
the shame, the infamy, the desperation,
the silent
cry
of a reclusive poet, an atoning agnostic,
a writer, a lover:
my story is written on skin
with steel
and the fumes of
'I don't give a shit'.
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