what now?
nothing.
it is like
frying
all the fat
melting.
what can you say?
a lot.
do you want to undress?
i am cold.
what now?
there must be something
important still
unspoken.
but it is nice to keep it.
so?
hide in silence
carry with you that secret
to your grave.
what about them?
oh, they have their own
rough journey too.
it is fair then.
yes.
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