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Apr 2021
I realized that I can't **** anyone,
Who is not quite alive,
Like the nameless creature,
Made by Victor Frankenstein.

But I could make You disappear,
If I really wanted to,
Countless starless nights,
But I still see the Moon.

With my bad tires, car rides, long drives,
Till' I realized,
That You can't hurt me,
Because I'm not alive.
Dolores
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