–. — -..-. — -.

My skin crawls fervent;

horrified —

and the sound it makes

is Morse.

The code intones

the following words:

“It’s over, it happened —

It’s Done.”

Some say comfort is


And my flesh?


But if will truly comes from

ones heart,

then the braille on my breast says

“Go on.”

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