I find them
the rejectors
the not wanters
the unlusters
the no desire here men.
I find them and limpet cling.
Each no a fire stream
metal claw
nail stab.
It is my cream cake
my just desserts.
Say no Sweetness.
Please say no.
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
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