There are no consequences, no
consequences whatsoever, when
people are allowed to slip, fall
through. No consequences, no
consequences whatsoever. No
inquries, no guilty consciences,
few one even notices what
happened after they opened
their fingers on which people
had to come to rest, briefly,
slipping, falling through
the gaps emerging between,
plunging in to the depths,
written off like it would
be no one's fault.
08.04.2024
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