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Kindness

Dare I ask for kindness,

of you, after all this time?

No.

There is weakness in that, I’m sure.

Complete, for now,

obviously still bruised,

momentarily musing that I’ve made things up to myself,

easing back into breathing on my own.

Banishing you,
and yet, still being haunted when I sleep.

Could I ask you to let me die in peace?

Kindness was always beyond you.

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