In ignorance flip
I devour silence
Feeding voices, and
Wriggling my tongue
In untold stories
I cleave my bond
Feeding curse, and
Mounds of pain
Query not, by ping
My broken dreams
In connections all
I sever my blood
Lamp-post respite
A Sun in street light
Saunter my walk
Melancholy bound
As Don Quixote
I duel my silhouette
And arrange
Piling my ignorance
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