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Deservations.

Love still brings
on suffering. Reborn
just to die again. Cycles
never-ending. No mercy

for anyone, anything.
We rise high into this sky
above instinct,
outside of our control
caught in the lockjaw
of nature,
just to do
the same thing,

all that just to react
the same way…

Stop. Hold your tongue,
boy. Holster
your weapon. Bars
imprisoning your soul,
those pearly
whites gone brown
betwixt coffee
and nicotine.

Be mindful, now.
In the name of truth,
make no mistake:

we deserve what we get,
I deserve what I get:

always and forever,
one part provided,
three parts

what one elects,
wills,
to do with it.

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