i hate the sound of your
last words in my ear!
angry, bitter stitched gasps;
pulling at my heartstrings
every single year.
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sometimes, i want to shout into oblivion.
announcing, unveiling your faults
as large as mars;
every last one of your words are
smothering, twisting in my veins.
i'd stand there, revealing the scars
crazily laughing;
i must be insane!
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have you not know it is wrong
to uncross your x's and miss dot your i's?
no matter how many
red marks of correction
that you may instill in others pens,
will you ever correct
another one of my essays.