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Regime
lone grunt and lone pawn
wait now, wait
you are a far off firefly of sorts
mixed bag of illusion and contradiction
one day i will miss, with a confounded heart and spinning head
wandering through mundane multitudes of faces and thoughts absurd, boundless
bound at my ankle with razor wire,
the nazis in my head oppress any kind of contact. . . .
this state in which i reside
pummelled, fixated, endearing, engendered,
obsessed, caressed, rejected,. repeating myself
