Before me
Unmoving
The small
Insect
I struck
In
Silence
Calls
Out
‘Guilt!
Guilt!
Guilt!
Speak!
Speak!
And I do not speak
And I do not move
And I do not speak
And I do not cry
And no tear comes.
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