I know you. You are unremarkable
Small
You can't talk well
Words tangle as they came out of your mouth
Those bad faith words.
Yes, I think I know you.
The blinding fury
The rage that made you stagger
A mood that burned through the midnight hour
A hate that carried you for a long time
You drank
The poison, and prayed
Your enemy would die.
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