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Jan 2014
36
I want his forehead to be veined-
to conform physically with the
way I think a bad person
is contorted. But it isn’t.

I have no feature to latch onto,
no blood-filled flaw from which
to justifiably leech my hatred.
Written by
Michael Shepherd
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