Fierce

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a storm of puny slander,

a flash of red eyes,

the monotone voice gone;

understanding the fellow human,

as difficult as discovering heaven,

an impossibility to man;

dispose of this weakness,

red and red balloons,

popping, popping, making sound;

obtuse turn to left,

swear beneath thy breath,

go die and don't come back.

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