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“Projected Handlings”

Morality is gone…

How else could it be,
Here giving myself into
What all along,
My parents would have wanted for me,
The joy of living,
There is no way,
NO way,
I could do unto others rightly
On this trampoline of eyes,
Eaters of moments and climbers of vines.

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