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May 2017
At the sink of a bathroom
Big white sweatshirt
I censored out my *******
Once I realized I forgot
The humming and buzzing of the internet
The face of Scream behind me
We made brutal love
And then he/she/them
Stabbed me repeatedly
But it wasn't even frightening, no
It had a sense of a new beginning
The start of a start
I screamed my most cinematic scream
A movie star
And woke up in my bed
To the Chicago sun shining today
And this morning I spoke some logic
And then let myself

Weep and weep
For the loss of you
Us
And
Know deep in my gut
I gave it my best shot


Thats all there is left to be said
I gave it my best shot.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
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