pick apart a limited edition

me but before

i was ridden with affliction

driven out of it like an eviction

still had a home

but i filled it with sedition

try to get rid of it all

not a wall

that can bear the weight

of the heart that i haul

not a lit wick that can halt

sweaty salt

i emit a stench

out of line like a fault

– D K T


life ends. why pretend

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