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Jun 2022

Wistless as I may be
I comprehend two, perhaps three
Of life's great mysteries

One of them is that
When I am lacerated
By blade, edge, word

Or the most terrifying weapon of them all
Silence.
I bleed.
Profusely.
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA)   
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