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Jan 2011
My mother’s killing my father,
and my mother’s killing herself,
while I rot from obvious unknown causes.

I like watching them with headphones on,
so I can’t hear the stupid things they say;
the words are always so predictable.

Don’t they look ridiculous?
Don’t we all?
Don’t you?



Don’t I?
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