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absinthe
Poems
Apr 2017
Untitled
little brother.
my little angel
how
little
i feel
how minute i
must
be
for you, who is me,
to up and leave
my little baby...
i misspoke
and misconducted
and miscommunicated
and miscarried
the purity
that is you
the bane of what is me
and my existence
the pain from the staircase
i ****** my broken body down
still aches
and i am ready
for an eternity
of agony
if anything happens to me tomorrow
i need nothing else
but for you to understand
that if not for you
tomorrow
would have been so
long
long
long
ago
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