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Nov 2016
almost funny how
one can read Nietzsche
and still
become the monster

stared too long into the abyss
without care

seductive void
i strut towards
it beckons me
sways its hips

hip deep, enamored
left behind my armor
lips creep to a smile
i've found my karma

i'm clawing my way back
limping the hairy path
oozing slime and blood
and hatred

now i'm most careful
avoiding mirrors
do not stare
i am the abyss

avoiding mirrors
do not stare
my reflection is Medusa
i am become monster
Sour Patched Kid
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Sour Patched Kid
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   Doug Potter
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