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unnamed May 30
When you say my name
string quartets begin to play
serenading me.
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dreadful thoughts need be
chained to to the pen in my hand
pleading insanity.
unnamed May 30
teenage angst swept through
the tumultuous winds blew
I was once like you.
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house speaks old and quaint
country life, rustic language
deer adorn backyard.
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darkness compromised
the glow of my cigarette
Like a demon's eyes
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mysterious cats
worshipped by the Egyptians
catnip, drug of choice
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can you imagine
if we didn't age past twelve
how would we pick a leader
then no televised debates
just rock, paper scissors.
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