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Mar 2018
Out of the blue...she called.
Next weekend... after dinner...she dies!
Scratch. Scratch. one more number... ****.
If you want to live hide.
Searching for words, she whispered... maybe.
My stomach churned. Gas. I thought.
Catch me outside! How bout that!
Whats the worst that can... boom!
Number in hand, he chanced.  Hello?
Four minutes earlier, he was alive.
Hold on! Don't die! honey? honey!
Woke up in a cab, naked.

What time is it? 10am. Sh*!
What day is it? Final Exams.
Driving through campus, my car stalled.

Honey, we gonna need a bigger house.
Nervously, he hit stage and stared.
Grabbing for popcorn, their hands met.
Washing laundry, she discovered  lipstick stains
He mentioned love, but meant lust.
You may kiss your bride. Ribbit!
3,2,1. buckets Good. Overtime!
Phone rings! Who's calling? Veronica? Decline.
Losing consciousness. She whispered. I cheated.
Let me check your phone! Nope!
Paternity results: It's none of you.
Keef The Last Poet
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Keef The Last Poet  38/M/TX
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