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Method, Fists, and Madness

If there were even a method

Of easily freeing the madness

I’d take the fingers of my fist

And uncurl then underneath your lips

I’d live in the indents of your bed

And see your cheeks flush red

Gazing into the depth

Our depths

Of life-freeing dread…

And try to live within simplicity

So that we could live freely

If we could find that kind of way

Then I could finally, maybe say

The madness hiding in my fists


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