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These caustic seconds

Tear away

And you were a novice then

A novice to the pain

A mushy gushy soft

Body of naive little stinking cells

Open-minded and willing

To whatever salutary signal came

Only to capitulate to the pain

Strain 

Strain

Too inclined to have slain

Lynched again and again

Stupid tyro then

But the seconds burned away

No memory of the anguish

That made the world loose its capaciousness 

Its impoverished ends

Its machinations and spaciousness

Nothing but the disfigured tissue left

And the world is good

The world is bright

Caustic seconds...

Well,

They lost their bite

The End

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