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Paper Dolls

I shot a man last night. It was easier than you’d think, To play God. Though cowardice taints Those pathetic, pulsing veins Revolver pointed at- As a child I had pretty paper dolls That ripped so easily As I tried … Continue reading

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Love Letters to a Man Named Breakfast

  I found you Scrawled on last page of a dictionary Bleeding inky blots, a Nick Carraway. You were not dark, dark chocolate Or bloody-red Cabernet. You were more sophisticated but Much less stylish. I told you impolitely That I … Continue reading

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