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Nov 2011
People want to tell me secrets—
      in grocery store check outs,
             bus stations…
                  funerals—
               ad infinitum.


In a delusional state—
         my own grandmother
   tells me she’s contemplating
                 suicide.


A friend told me I give off
something that makes
people feel safe.

I told them
      Ted Bundy
had the same
           thing.
On one hand, I'm not a fan of the ending, on another hand, it has some charm. Thoughts?
Brycical
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