the burst of pain comes through the hole;
a bead of sweat mingled with a tear
escaping its loose prison as you close your eye
falls down on your knee,
sharing a mutual saltiness which remind you
previous night's unrepentant pleasures
and unfulfilled promises
and tell-tale lies told into people's pupils,
without blinking an eye who has witnessed
a life full of ever burning half lives
including its owner's.
something is on fire.
is it your life?
or,
your ass hole?
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