I let myself
into the tide of you guys
Applause is so inconsistent
You guys do not seem to know at all
Hanging bare lightbulb of Life Feel the end
An open suicide stuffed in the bag, pulled up on the stage
The worn-out voice is stepped on like a dead leaf
The way that the numbers of rusty safety pins show
A cross under the sky of sorrow
Human beings who
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