A Story Longer than the Poem; Short Still

A minute –
Two;
Hold it!
Release.
Pain –
Kills –
Killers.
All works.
Like you,
And me:
Poison
And serum.
“I love you,”
Said she.
“Goodbye,”
Said the phone operator.

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