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i await for an excuse
to burrow my rage
around it’s throat

and i know my power
to kill,
in small, swift movements.
it’s not size or the size of threat,
but in the calculation,
the unforbidden of consequences.
that’s a force to be dealt.
i have both.
crouching and underestimation
of me that is my strength and
i always get the last strangle
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