Cuts are open
Anger is released
I can no longer control this beast
Three meals a day
Pain is like the horse's hay
It feeds on me
I am the soil
It is the seed
Planted in me
When all is over
When all anger has sobered
I am benign
And the beast is confined

by Aaron Alexander

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