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From the Loading Bench (Free verse) by Lenore
I think you do want to talk about it. Now cocked, chamber filled with fired brass; The pressure bent upon escape. Can you see the past coursing out? purged of every, vile rotting stinking scat-encrusted festering internal wound. Could you stand then? inane, deflated drained void vacant--- Hollow. And the sear holds on, silently, but presently gathering force and fury. Would you have enough to bear without? anguish shame oppression contrition obstruction vermifuge. If you stood to-day where you once stood, would you not remain here dumb and un asking? suspicion ire chafe gnash embitter wrought One click--- squarely on target; you never missed.

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