Am Not But Am

the deepest friend the newest friend
the deepest jealousy no not that
but something else the breath of a mouse
a hateful sky lying above vengeful
blood dripping down your thigh
destroying past demolishing present
no not that
but something else
the fear of emptiness
of cold sun and dead heart
beating on in unrelenting logic

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