Otherness and alterity become words/ I wear like a choker
There is only a brick holding this gaping door open
I am swimming in pools of discontent holding this thought/ like an inflatable donut
I am a starfish
To have and to fold;/ this origami dog
Papery onion skins
But in the end/ Werther kills himself
Signed lies and/ stifled cries
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