einunddreßig

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with feeble fingers,
you maneuver the sly
knives through my cages.

but then you get stuck.

you get stuck and
yet you persist,
you fool.

and in doing so, you
broke your knives
while carving your way.

i laugh,
oh how i laugh so loudly,
as i am unaffected and you,

oh you,
are feeling the pain.
and you may only blame yourself.

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