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Survivor’s Guilt
The party is over. I pass you a glass of cold water, but you don’t even feel it as it finds it’s way down your throat. I hold onto it as you drink, because your hands are shaking. I know what that faraway stare means. I know you go somewhere else, to hide from the…
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Cat
Yellow eyes in the moonlight,passing by my pained form,laid out across my front lawn,surrounded by streetlights and the cool night’s air.Little cat plays it cool,padding and purring,nuzzling into my neck,as if I’m dead and gone,a stare of surprise when I smile at her affection,and she knows that I live on.
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Flashback – Unicorns
You recline on the couch, declining into the ground, positive that you can patch this up, presenting your wife with a plaster. The plaster is petite, rainbow mane, your very own unicorn, ready for anything, adventuring with anyone, and she’ll leave a trail of light, across your life, seducing smiles back onto broken faces, that…
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Some Haikus For The Weird Man In Iceland Who Keeps Sending Me Messages About Luciana Berger
I do have nice tits, but I don’t have time for this. Get laid. Get a life. Get paid. Go outside. Just say you hate Jews and go. You’re so fucking weird. You’re so fucking strange, but I’m not scared, just amused, and full of pity.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 