R[i]t[u][all]

Ritual we never had.

Never did we forma-

lies the sadness and the heart-

broken-

ness-

.es of different station

nates.

And so here I am;

and so here do I ritua-

lies the truth 

by myself.

For in your deliberating

ab-

[in]sens-

itivity all that is

left me is my 

foreseeable anger.

For you’ve foreseen everything

about

me, and my stuff; and even my red 

flags are excepted, and

accepted.

Nothing I can do can sur-

prise you from the grip

of your decided amelioration

any more.

But that way neither

can I live 

any more,

so sorely I must

solely, only, disheartedly 

lie to 

my

selfishness, as we separate

for never; now is the ritual

we

never

did 

enjoin. 

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