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*******This poem is for the ******* / The ice princesses. / Solid and frozen.

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Daddy IssuesI Am The New Age Villain. No Masked Maccasurer, I Carry My Blades On The Inside. / More Terrifying Than Any Clown, Or Ghost Faced Monster With A Butcher Knife. I Am The Teenage Girl With Daddy Issues. / I Will Swallow Your Sons Whole. I Will Pull Them Under The Covers Until All They Can See Is Black And Blue. I Will Carve My Name Above Their Still Beating Heart, And Turn Them Ugly. I Am Their First And Last Love, Wrapped Up In Old Christmas Bows That My Mother Could Never Bring Herself To Get Rid Of.

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Suicide.They Are Lost Love Letters. Written & Sculpted, Imprinted On The Palms Of Praying Children. / They Are Hauntingly Beautiful. / They Are The Silence Of The Storm, They Are The Emptiness Of Shallow Graves.

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A Letter To My 8 Year Old SisterDon’t grow up. / Grow down, / deep into this earth.

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Battle ScarI'm A Suicide Bomb. / A Nuclear Explosion Of Unexplainable Inadequate Ambition. / A Hand Granade, Pull My Pin And Watch Me Self Destruct.

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Dear Mrs. LaubenbergThe following is a quotation. / "In the emergency room, they have what's called **** kits where a woman can get cleaned out." / -Texas State Representative Jodie Laubenberg

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Call me cliche, but...**I Decided That I'm Going To Write A Love Poem About You.** / Something I've Been Battling With For A Long Time, Like A Empty War In My Chest. / I'm Not Sure Who Brought The Trojan Horse Into My Heart And Defiled Me From The Inside Out,

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Waldosia*Fall In Love Or Fall In Lust. / Make Plans, Or Make Cookies. / There Is Living To Do Here.

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PancakesThere Is A Reason ihop Is Open 24 Hours A Day. / It's Like A MmMmMm. Pancakes! / Like A Mouth Watering & The Sound Of Fork Scraping Plate, Kind Of Morning, Isn't It?

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Sunday Morning, 10amI Met God This Morning. / He Was Sitting At A Bus Stop. I Sat Down Beside Him. I Was Convinced He Was Was Part Of Some Devine Intervention, Thinking If He Could Find Silence So Close To The Street, He'd Finally Be Able To Say He'd Seen A Miracle. / But I Wasn't So Sure i Had Seen Anything Because I Wasn't Raised On A Diet Of Bread And Wine, Oh Excuse Me, Body And Blood, Wasn't Cannibalized By The Holy Spirt. Now Don't Get Me Wrong, I'm Not The Sanctimonious Sacrilegious Type. But I've Placed My Hand, To Enough HeartBeats To Know We're Placed Here For A Reason.

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