my turn

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r. karmic retribution, come sing me a lullaby tonight. come hither and tell me tales of all your doings. tell me about the children you have seen. the children who play with no malice or despair.

enter through the window. whisper erratically what adventures are in store for me. it sounds like sing-song that voice of yours. it’s beautiful, mr. karmic retribution. it binds me like the bamboo ties from his mother’s wicker chair.

mr. karmic retribution… i have longed for you for so many years. come sweep me away from this wretched place and take me to the place that is calm and cool. stab me unexpectedly in the back when i’m looking away. stab me sweetly and grin.