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Cabinet Of Confessions

A mess of a man, with no surgical skills,

picked up a scalpel, pointed at a heart,

and chose violence.

Vows lost in a mouth that can only confess on camera,

confessing sins to someone who really understands,

partner in crime,

the hands that his ring don’t call to,

someone else’s soulmate.

He is a mid life crisis that calls himself honest,

happy in the hell fire of passion that he will haunt him.

Bodies pile up outside,

but he’s busy with the only body he really cares for,

his own.

There’s blood.

So much blood.

So much betrayal.

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