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The John Doe Manifesto, Interrupted

brood the coming end.
scarcity the new future.
a bald heavy pit in the stomach.
foundation cracks.
too much stuff.
we meant nothing.
air hunger.
ten thousand years and now this.
but what of love?
satan told you so.
heaven a desert.
I fuck my blindfold.
pox pox pox.
how to cry?
over soon over soon.
I hurt.

scratched on the wall
with a bottle bottom
sharpened with the doorknob.
it was confiscated.

now he just stares at the wall.

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