What have I written?
What encapsulates our distress?
It was a tiny seed of betrayel;
You said I was slow.
So, I mow you down
with words.
You with your flamboyant
crookedness were unimpressive,
swagger as you did
indishonesty.... a braggart,
yet, never fast enough
to evade the law.....
Memories impaled?
I heard you were jailed.
Waf
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