my hands felt dead
and my voice was hoarse from screaming at the cannibals
whatever sleaze meant to them
I didn't yearn to know
crowned Ms. World by a violet colored word
and knew not the dark untruths
but only fields of fire
that earned their snowfall in abeyance
to unsubstantial allies
who fell like snowflakes
to a better resting place
than the elocutions of liars
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