B: Xxxxxii: Death Is Life - Poem by Douglas Scotney
On account of his mother,
full of regret for his life
and his inability to love,
he sought where regret
was kicked under the carpet
(where he could hate himself the more) ,
or couldn't exist at all
(life free from motherly thrall) .
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