This epidemic of failing cures
cancerous solipsist
Increase the bombs
and reduce the risk
solitude is madness

Teething on their every feeble word
sick with immunity
this arid suffering

as cold as walls of brick and concrete

weakened from sterility
the grasp is slipping
so young
are these bones decaying
the marrow has gone black.

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