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I apologize, I only wrote the denouement

I understood the simple
Consequence.
I drenched my fists in phony,
Mock-worthy blood.
I had shed not a single salted tear.
Watched him tremble,
Watched him shake.
For it was a simple hallucination
That only I could fake.




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