By the guppy
Date: 31 May 2000
inventing the vent
bask too long in nothingness and something's bound to happen
slap, full force, open palmed at the hushed remains of the country wind
and regain a sense of loss for the napalm burnmarks on my skin
and their cause
reflection of the last lipservice "i love you"
this clueless cooling breeze doesn't know that story
doesn't care about it
and it's feelings won't be hurt by my combat
my phantom punches don't land heavy on anybody's conscience
and never will
that's how they are designed
that's my will
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