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Jun 8
the paper towel, the sound
your grinning face
as you took the life,
of the innocent fly

the words you used for your ******
were the same I used for mine

‘there are enough flies here anyway’

as I checked the number of the human population
grabbing my towel too,
while grinning in the mirror

one fly less today
Written by
Emma van 't Ende
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