the flagellantA Poem by flaneurEverything has a cost. Not a price. Price is something paid with external tokens. The cost, that can only be extracted from within.
the cost accrues when the die is cast
our bruises are due when we grasp at last the bundled lash with bleeding gasps we atone alone until the cup is passed
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