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diseased


is the sky concentrated in the horizon in its edges
in the zenith it is more dizzying, gazing up
when things press me hard towards the nadir
it is diseased:
a diseased mind, a diseased body, a diseased life
everything is diseased
it is obvious, pure, as pure as a believer’s deity
it does reek of irony when such purity is the reason
the sort of cause ― of a clearly diseased existence



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