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Apr 2016
Hi, How are you?
       Good.  And u?
Good.  Just seeing if you were ok.
      I’m great.  I won.  You talked to me first.
Congratulations.  What did you win?
      Huh?
Another trophy… for your ego?  Because you really don’t need one of those
Quickly made, over-priced at someone elses expense for your immediate gratification
You have too many of those trophies already.
Your skeleton closet is already too full….
It won’t even close…
With all the bones falling out everywhere broken and chipped
And then you put those chips on your shoulder
Stacking them higher and higher
Until you are so uneven
Disfigured, almost.
One side pulled down with all that weight, dragging you along,,,,
But you ****** yourself forward, each day, your fresh face to the wind,
Almost like a Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Hide,
Broken and alone.
Looking for another meaningless trophy
To put in your closet.
Amy Smith
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     Lior Gavra, Rapunzoll and Gaffer
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