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Apr 15
I'm talking to my computer
because if I talk to you
I'll uncover
all my rage for you.

You'll cry,
"I can't take this beating."

But you sure took that beating
his **** gave you,
didn't you.

That's right.
It's a statement,
not a question.

And to think
of all the pain
and broken feathers
I spent trying to
save you.
RMatheson
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