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Injury

Injury
 
Left venerable,
with my head tucked beside the porcelain,
rage-
 the only reason it wasn't a knockout.
  Indignation renewed,
I rose like a demon.
For judgment I found leather to break the skin,
tattooing withheld antagonism until your keening ebbed.
Healthy red mist from you,
knowledge through pain.
I always distribute mine,
one boo-boo at a time. 

Joy4no1


 

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