i can't purge
fast
enough.
i can't burn and bend,
break
and throw away
all the poisoned links
to yesterday.
i throw
my life into a barrel
and pour gasoline
into it.
i drop a match
and watch it go up
in a roar
of flames.
it's an old barrel.
well used. and
it will be
used again
and again before i'm
done.
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