all the little things we breathe
we think that are not there
are for you a food
that rejection
wouldn't dare
did you think they
were not there
because you could not see?
on and on they smite you
on and on you swear
the soup of sinisters simmers
spreading darkness and disease
all our lives we breath these things,
heedless, unwitting, merry
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