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To Both of Them

A rock within his ribs, but here’s a grin To soothe me for now. Here’s freedom, in the shape of smoke and whiskey Here’s fighting a war he never meant to win, So let’s begin our slow descent into something … Continue reading

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Botched Origami

In a trashcan In the bathroom Of a bad part of town Crumpled beneath Snot-filled tissues And broken coffee cups Are all the notes I took in that Class I never finished. I’m sitting in this cafe Writing you a … Continue reading

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