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 Dec 2013 bmo
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dead or alive
 Dec 2013 bmo
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i'm beginning to
become weary of
carrying these skin
and bones.

these skin and bones
are beginning to
deteriorate like an old
rusted bike under debris.

darling, only your love
can make these broken
fragments of skin and bones
shimmer like they once did.

your love is the only thing
that can make me
feel whole again.
 Dec 2013 bmo
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12-13-13
 Dec 2013 bmo
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i'm constantly flicking
away the invisible ash
of the cigarette with
almost a religious fervor
anxiously awaiting for
you to be here.
 Dec 2013 bmo
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you made me this way.
you made perfect guidelines
of the way you wanted me to be.

here i am dad,
high on pills, gun
loaded. your footprint
fits perfectly around
my shoe.

mom said i was always
a daddy's boy.
this is it, i'll see you soon you ****.

— The End —