Mon. May 27th, 2024

Whenever I thought of you,

Anger welled up

And I wanted to grab you by the collar

And beat you to be tired to death

Saying boaster, swindler.


But even whenever I spoke ill of you knitting my brows,

I wanted to sing the song of happiness

Eating honey pouring out of your lips

With me just sitting or lying down


I who hoped to fly up like magic

Suddenly some day

Over the fence of hard and exhausting life

Was a foolish and greedy child.

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