Putrid, ROTTING hatred.

 

How can I resist this hate again?

So easy to manipulate my pain to

rerotten the hate of my past.

So much complain and anguish

in small little so much empty pit

pots of nothingness oils, semisoiled

vials of rerotting greens and white molds.

1/18/14

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