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how do all these people

go on living

against it all

with it all

for it all

hungry to have tried and retired into more

while becoming little lives of themselves

where they wither

into melted plastic shaped into a bullet

burnt and stuck in a gun

where they crumble spectacularly

like a face to a fist

or light to the dark

where they fumble around wet and leaking

a bar of soap slipping slippery

cleaning themselves from themselves

and all of it

that still remains

on them

from all these people

doing how

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few will ever understand

what few understood:

there is only ever

will will will