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Mar 2017
can I get a judgement call on common accusations
make a chart of the good, the bad,
the "oh no I would never"
side of rationality
tear my
soul to ribbons
tied in neat little bows
upon the miraculous gift
of your presence
for me to open
the morning after
you ripped paper off the walls
scattered selfcontrol on the floor
to hide under beds forever more
you could call it a division, but I'm calling for a recount
kaycog
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kaycog
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