palsied
raze maybe this is how
the world ends:
not with illness
or the indignity
of some ludicrous
accident, but with
the seizing up of
the knob at the end
of your longest limb,
snarling and ensnared
by some strange spell
that siphons life
from those who have
the least to lose. 		250925
what's it to you?
who go 		blather
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