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Hollow intentions
A grenade hanged wearily by the fingers of Death, among holes,
dug in the ceiling
of a different dimension.
"I'll set you free,"
but I won't...
Loneliness terrifies my abstract
hysteria.
A grenade hanged wearily by my fingers,
competing against the raindrops.