ill add each mockery, each laugh, every time.
and times it by the people who do.
then ill go home and divide my skin,
so all the pain can pour through.
parenthesize the deadened thoughts,
exponent scratches on my face will run,
and after i do all this tonight,
the world will be minus one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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