i know
with the thousands i
have
you smirk
for at the end
i have none
not even
a rubber band
not a hand
or a finger
i know
now that you are gone
i have none.
it is better now
now that i have
really none
i am freed of
people
i broke the door
and all the windows
flown
it is home
this self.
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