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my vision of you

(?)

a bunch a kids

( old beyond your years

Yet so immature despite them )

Insisting to your selves
&

To  each other

That  the

NEXT

*** affair

will be more mind numbingly

Less stressful than the previous ones

and that you will be better able to write of them

As some kind of      Romance !

all for some kind of.         LARK !

( or something - who cares really )

••

I know the power - trip of it all is to

Play on people's compassion

As you write of wrist jobs and scars

And other manipulative descriptions

Of imagination  

as if any of you are real

••

******* artists

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***** made out of *******

*****  made out of *******

Smeared together !

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******* artist

Dying the slow death

Showing us.        For Free !