to me he means something
a thing
in my words I’d be an ever fail,
in proper way convey
how great my hate
such a snail dictating my time
in Hell
hell,
if I could merely find a wishing well
if.. only I owned wishing wells

although, words have cut no one before,
It’s sure/
many face the fate as I unlock the door
stop for pain
the tock in slain
all the same, for your Lingchi galore

how many feet to the wishing wells’ floor?
please, bury me deep into wishing well floors














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