& yet your poem is currently stewing โ
sizzling,
sizzling under a broken cooker hood,
covered in cheap butter, uncovered
like the poets face /:
like the toast of one ((
the ink of wizards ))
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*** you bleed but no one hears ***
They peeled you
bled you
โ for their own
pleasures.
They left the full stop behind โ be
w.a.r.n.e.d
