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May 2015
don’t don’t don’t you think I should be more vicious?
Would I not love to eat you to shreds?
Once upon a time, I rode a pony and brought the king back your ******* head.

He said he did not even know you,
or care that you were dead.

won’t won’t won’t you just sit pretty?
Or just keep laying around in bed.
Are you an actor or an ashtray?
I cannot remember what you said.

Oh my god, we are so fragile!
Look how easily you bled!
I just wanted to touch a sunset or see a spaceship,
but you had other plans instead.
Corrin Marvelyn Beattie
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Corrin Marvelyn Beattie  Chicago
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