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Feb 2018
By now you know
'twas me who met you in your dreams
clothed and masked, costumed
just as you please
to make you believe
you had a chance
to guide me through the tunnels
of your rapidly deteriorating brain
overestimated with dark magic
you'd hoped, I'm sure
to cast a green cat's eye curse on me
make me aware of the need
the seed of obedience I pledged to you
but you want to rob me of my thoughts
Benadryl-blunted, spells like a 4th grader
I'll give up my thoughts to you
I'll let you camp out in the vacancy of soul
stuffed to the brimΒ Β 
with your stupid ambitions
rest easy now, it was me
she is exactly what she told you she was
a ghost, a phantom
more than you asked for
more than you needed

Now I hope you run away
just as fast and long until I can no longer see tracks
you may entertain fanciful notions that I will hunt you down, everything will be alright

I'm out of this picture too
I will not
forget the night I wanted to take you to see Springsteen.
I confess,my devotion for "the Boss" isn't nearly as characterized by middle school level devotion

I lied to my family
I lied to my friends
I lied to my lover
and I lost her

Is it really so hard to stop lying? Is your life really so pathetic and insecure you have to lie about this?

Poet step to the door
you get *** for tat
the two of you step through
inevitable I was going down
just as inevitably she was going down

So they made the best of it
he tore a long strip of skin from her bare back
placed it in his mouth and chewed like jerky.

"You helped, Jac, you really helped me.
"Get out of my house liar,"
"You weren't even real."
james arthur casey
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james arthur casey
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