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Lissenkitil
The Rage
wilowisp
Being angry with myself
is such a different flavor
than any other anger I've known

Its burns haunt more than sting
and there is a blunt hunger
that will not go quiet

It does not make me strong
It does not shrill the lean muscles
sleeping in my skin

It only weeps nonsense
that I timidly believe in
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