The restless incidents that I begin upsetting!
Table-cloths, starched like collars, tied up in knots.
Yes, it was difficult,
your head like china, washing away
the cloying stains, a viscous liquid.
Ah, you smile, think me intelligent
into the grave. Whether there is
this upset now or never, look
at these words – they bleed!
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