Yes, all well, even in hell,
isn’t it familiar?
In crowd, lonely me
silent me a hearing bee
heard him, heard her
but hurt don’t know
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Some bits of paper
Teasing my fingers
so damn slippery
No relief and no pain
A regular visitor
Delima visits me for sure
My eyes stuck there
Seeing
Peeping
Deep inside the wooden plank…
I in Crowd
with
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