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You walk out from 
the bruises, like a late 
bloomer, for a clandestine 
affair with indigo pain. 

I break the barrier, 
and teach myself, how not 
to make an incendiary bomb. 
A cohort will untie the barbed wires. 

Now you can tread carefully 
on fire ants, undaunted. 
While stitches will take care 
of the woundless blood. 

A hoax sends you scurrying, 
to find the golden apple, 
which never emerges in light. 
In despair you commit a crime.