I was      ... Intro ...     ... On desire
dreaming of                         ... On love
the man who                           ... Woman
 pronounced
a prophecy,
or rather a                            ... Back
curse ( the
    highest
form     of
live poetry
- a utility
    curse )
:reportedly
I will kill
all      my
friends,
when I want
  something
mysterious
to do -  he
whispered
it  through
the  yellow
bloody
teeth as he
slowly died
after   his
murder.   I
did it.I
feel it was
ten   years
ago  and if
I had  some
friends
then so now
they    are
gone. Did I
do it?   In
the  pedant
science
what   deal
with
written
     words,
  strangely
missing
    a major
  category.
But you, my
dear friend
- will have
to    learn
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