Pain seen from a distancehas a certain romance
the idol as fetish on its way to indifferent oblivion
one desires a rescue immediate, immacculateat sea
from mediocrity and insignificance
I want to count... Okay: 1,..2,..3,..
And as the indistinct features
of the unknown
start to take shape
One finds herself shot
through the heart
by an angry madman
with a nail for a heart
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