Time flows through the knuckle
leavin g memory
in the fist
I unfold and see history.
My corpse fallen alone
you’re --no killer--
in a palace
but blood stints on your body;I see.
How amazing
the killer is blood-bathed.
The man killed
frowns at God;you
fail to leave me alone.
My memory is with me.
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