upon reflection

Maybe it’s better
To be free
From any grips
Clawed by her personality
He’s safer de-cloned
Clauses: premonition destiny,
Each fated to be a lone.

Encyclopaedias
Spilling profanity,
His indeterminable pain,
Linguistic anthropology,
Anguish painted red:
On a lost labour of love
He rightly prefers dead.

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