a fence post leans, just enough to release the connection
and the wind comes
a pebble pings, just so to break the integument
and the rust comes
an aspersion pelts, dialed so to bring the ire
and the hate comes
who brought the thing
to make this thus?
who roars the the rhetoric
that makes this us?
Rot turns the log eventually
my mind is here essentially
compromising my existence
rusting through my mind
No one else wants to say it
So I have to
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