Poison knew itself in us. Lies knew themselves in us. Poison and lies cried out, in us. Poison that doesn’t want to be poison. Lies that don’t want to be lies. In us! In our torsion! In our truth telling – because that’s what it was: truth telling. Because we told the truth, in our own way. We were the only ones who told the truth. Because lies were intolerable to us! Because poison was always too much!
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