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"unconstitutional" poems
There’s a lot to be said for this place. A near-perfect pitch for diversity, Diversity: a neurolinguistic term; A quaint way to say: miscegenation. No, just kidding; I meant the melting *** A fine blend of Anglo, Hispanic & Indian blood— That’s Pueblo & Plains Indian blood-- Not that **** masala, chapati & dal Indian blood. My apologies to "Who's the White Guy?" Bobby Jindal. New Mexico: “The Land of Enchantment.” Where 310 sunny days per annum, Are like money in the bank, earning Double-plus compound interest for those Suffering with seasonal affective disorders. A land of sunshine without the orange juice, But substitute chili, red or green? An equitable offset to be sure. 310 days of sunshine: Even the white people are brown here. Which does a lot for my self-esteem. Back east—New York, Chicago & Philadelphia e.g.— People that look like me, i.e., People with dark brown hair, eyes and skin, Get stopped/ass-cheek spread/& frisked, routinely. Stop & Frisk: NYPD’s spectator sport for decades. Stop & Frisk: Mayor Bloomberg-defended Crime-stopping Godsend, Getting guns off the streets. Getting homicides down. Everything’s cool until some slick race baiter, Starts yelling: RACIAL PROFILING. Forget for a moment that people that look like me, People like me with dark hair, eyes & skin, Commit 78% of the crime in most cities. “It’s not racially driven profiling,” Said Newark’s police director recently Referring to stops carried out by his officers. “IT’S CRIME-DRIVEN PROFILING!” But, again, political-correctness trumps common sense: August 2013: Judge Rules NYPD Stop-and-Frisk Unconstitutional. Well I’ll be a monkey’s *** ****** I moved to New Mexico to blend in. My complexion a shoe-in for The Witness Protection Program or Any other public or private, Domestic or international rendition site. But I digress. New Mexico: no passport necessary, Babaloo! New Mexico: be you white or black, Hispanic or Indian, Or even Roswell extraterrestrial, The cops here will beat the **** out of you. Or shoot you dead, Kemosabe.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
"Let Me Hip You to the Land of Enchantment"
There’s a lot to be said for this place. A near-perfect pitch for diversity, Diversity: a neurolinguistic term; A quaint way to say: miscegenation. No, just kidding; I meant the melting *** A fine blend of Anglo, Hispanic & Indian blood— That’s Pueblo & Plains Indian blood-- Not that **** masala, chapati & dal Indian blood. My apologies to "Who's the White Guy?" Bobby Jindal. New Mexico: “The Land of Enchantment.” Where 310 sunny days per annum, Are like money in the bank, earning Double-plus compound interest for those Suffering with seasonal affective disorders. A land of sunshine without the orange juice, But substitute chili, red or green? An equitable offset to be sure. 310 days of sunshine: Even the white people are brown here. Which does a lot for my self-esteem. Back east—New York, Chicago & Philadelphia e.g.— People that look like me, i.e., People with dark brown hair, eyes and skin, Get stopped/ass-cheek spread/& frisked, routinely. Stop & Frisk: NYPD’s spectator sport for decades. Stop & Frisk: Mayor Bloomberg-defended Crime-stopping Godsend, Getting guns off the streets. Getting homicides down. Everything’s cool until some slick race baiter, Starts yelling: RACIAL PROFILING. Forget for a moment that people that look like me, People like me with dark hair, eyes & skin, Commit 78% of the crime in most cities. “It’s not racially driven profiling,” Said Newark’s police director recently Referring to stops carried out by his officers. “IT’S CRIME-DRIVEN PROFILING!” But, again, political-correctness trumps common sense: August 2013: Judge Rules NYPD Stop-and-Frisk Unconstitutional. Well I’ll be a monkey’s *** ****** I moved to New Mexico to blend in. My complexion a shoe-in for The Witness Protection Program or Any other public or private, Domestic or international rendition site. But I digress. New Mexico: no passport necessary, Babaloo! New Mexico: be you white or black, Hispanic or Indian, Or even Roswell extraterrestrial, The cops here will beat the **** out of you. Or shoot you dead, Kemosabe.
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There are so many things wrong in this world, If the constitution no longer has any effect on The many kinds of laws that can be set in motion, can We again vote against white/black marriage, for one? Do you take the pieces of the puzzle and leave out The ones that offend the common folk, even if it Means forgetting about the right to the pursuit of Happiness for ALL? Not just you and your "straight" Drones who always do as their told? We'll keep pretending that the rules don't apply, If it's ruled unconstitutional, they'd still put it Up for law, as if the constitution doesn't have Or hold any sway on what is a decent choice for all. *Why not vote this country as appealing to the commoner, Why not make it a place where only the rich are served, Why not make cameras that fly and can remove any privacy, Why not try and keep Mexicans and Muslims out again, Why not bring guns and children closer, who cares, Why not endorse psych drugs and throw caution to the wind, Why not make bombs big enough to end the world.* This is the America we already know today...
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
My Gay Political Garbage III-Sorry to offend you two
You cringeworthy, evil pismire; Your father did surely miss-sire This personification of flatulence, The embodiment of self importance Overflowing with abject peccancy Devoid of any sign of respectability Replete with gross odoriferousness Horribly and infamously unscrupulous. You have reveled in misrepresentation And tried to elevate your calumniation Disinformation and deception exists As capitalistic dissembling persists. You’ve collected an evil government Built mostly of human excrement And have such a lack of veracity That you speak in constant mendacity. Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile Issue from your unsympathetic smile And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes That buy your fabrications completely While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly. You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star, But most of us know exactly what you are. Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy But not for you, for us and our country. Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules; You despair of any other kinds of tools. Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks. You demand we build with straw-less bricks Your erections that are planned to be palaces Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses. Those monuments, inanotomically correct, Established to celebrate and somehow protect A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates That decades of privation will not quite alleviate. But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
THE GREAT PREVARICATOR
You cringeworthy, evil pismire; Your father did surely miss-sire This personification of flatulence, The embodiment of self importance Overflowing with abject peccancy Devoid of any sign of respectability Replete with gross odoriferousness Horribly and infamously unscrupulous. You have reveled in misrepresentation And tried to elevate your calumniation Disinformation and deception exists As capitalistic dissembling persists. You’ve collected an evil government Built mostly of human excrement And have such a lack of veracity That you speak in constant mendacity. Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile Issue from your unsympathetic smile And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes That buy your fabrications completely While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly. You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star, But most of us know exactly what you are. Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy But not for you, for us and our country. Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules; You despair of any other kinds of tools. Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks. You demand we build with straw-less bricks Your erections that are planned to be palaces Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses. Those monuments, inanotomically correct, Established to celebrate and somehow protect A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates That decades of privation will not quite alleviate. But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.
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Y'know the last cat I had wasn't even my cat,   he was the neighbour's cat Yea! He defected... came over to our house My neighbours they had a holiday home down the country   and used visit it often on the weekends So the poor cat would be left behind at home   and he'd get lonely So he'd come out to us, and he liked us so   much We used give him a great reception He'd get so much love and attention, nice   food as well That he decided to stay with us rather than   go back home We even bought him one of those nice furry   little cathouse bed type things Put it out in the garage and he'd sleep there. But whose cat was he now then, was he ours   or was he still theirs Did they still have a claim on him Or was it up to him to choose, You know it could have caused a   Constitutional Crisis Could have gone to Court Who had ownership of the cat Could have been a real tug of love affair A bit like that film what's it's name...Kramer   vs Kramer Luckily the neighbours though they didn't   seem to mind that much. Of course, the punchline to all this was, one day my Dad was out visiting   my neighbours next door When who should he see lying there on the sofa looking very contented   and very much at home Yea! You guessed it. Are you thinking what I'm thinking Yea exactly! I bet the cat...our cat the Defector He was probably a Double Agent all along.
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Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 12:00 PM UTC
The Defector (the Unconstitutional Cat)
And for those of you who don’t Find Trump to be pernicious, He shows his *** to one and all, I hope you find it is delicious. For those of you who lived in Dream castles of foolish hope You have backed an evil man A charlatan and a dope. If you tried hard and long You could not have done worse And that is the reason for This neener neener verse. I can’t think how he could Have warned you any better. He promised things intelligence Could discredit by the letter. He said he would do stuff So totally unconstitutional, That made the rich richer, And proved you were delusional To trust a total ripoff guy Who has been cheating for years. Why did you think this fool Would allay any of your fears? But still you all waved high His stupid Chinese-made hats; Bought him gold and diamond studs For his brand new fancy spats. And now he’s in the Capitol Laughing at all of you dolts YOU gave him weapons to use on you Instead of a thousand volts.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
NEENER NEENER NEENER
In the early 21st century this is when time really started to go backwards and the attack on the constitution laid the foundation for the TeA pArTY, and other corporate fascists. Too much to the right our nation starts" GOOSE STEPPING". And Uncle Sam sat on a very narrow conservative wall. And the King of heartless ( Bush ) ordered, " OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" without just cause to a sandy world of black-gold. And all three nations were written up as the Axis of "Jabberwockey". And Wonderland's scared caterpillar colored red, orange,and so on, sat upon an imagined poison mushroom cloud. And Tweedly Dee; Teedly Rummy, gave quick cheap armor ( of course to fight some of the Jabberwockey) from a quickened "Rummy Dummy", the slam dunker. And the MAD HATER of people went DUCK -YOUR -HEAD oil haunting And "Cheshire Cat smiles ( Bush again ) was taken at phony opts. And we majority of Alices tried making sense of this new "Wonderland" as Constitutional, law backers were considered bad-and in mirror reversable- so too International Law backers. And good was this unconstitutional main war-knight  (Bush again ) always WORD bumbling, war stumbling, falling and failing off his Trojan horse. And still us Alices are in this-now current-perpetual land of MIRRORED-IMAGE-REVERSAL. Tune in next time for our great escape from this forcefully adopted land of horrid wonder. Maybe if we tapped our shoes three times...Oops wrong tale.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
Into the LoOkiNg gLAsS
I got a little book, A LifeLog I've put All the aggregated data I can collect. I buy up every market share I can get And run my little freak simulations Where I stimulate all of life Because I'm such a ********* coward And obsessed with control. What started small Now extends to everyone Without a concern for your privacy, In ways wholly unconstitutional.
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Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC
Rats & The Sinking Ship
Love You/Love Me I know why I love you love you, love you. I know why you love me, love me, love me. Remembering the day we first met, your smile, blue eyes, and hair of brunette. Had you laughing all long night, it was love at first sight. Your body smooth and thin, you have the perfect skin. No one is more beautiful, what we do is unconstitutional. You make me happy in my pants, every night, we do the slam dance. Found out why I love you, love you, love you. Found out why you love me, love me, love me. No one thought we'd last this long, hey baby, we sure proved them wrong. We're like two peas in a pod, when we touch, it's a lighting rod. We will never break apart, we both know this, in our heart. Our love is so very strong, it's more on than Donkey Kong. Loving that I love you, love you, love you. Loving that you love me, love me, love.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Love You/Love Me
You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Notes On Losing America
you cut open my core and threw my insides at the walls with all of your indecencies and heedless galaxies that i'd try to explore, but you kept closed, and gravity; my feet on the ground as they should be, as musicians and stupid poets like me dedicate promises we're positive don't change how you love. and i figure you to be my supernova. this abominable disaster you've caused transformed me into the ink blots splattered and messy and unconstitutional cracks in the ceiling that we think to fix but never quite have enough spackle. and i'm **** at sewing, but you force me to stitch myself back together for days and weeks until i said, "i want you out of my life" even though we both knew i was lying and desperate to feel something because ****** romantics like me want hermia and lysander, not demetrius and helena. and we can't think without the noise of each other and the constant loose ends that fray, and time and time again imissyouimissyouimissyou. and my silence, your silence is the loudest heartbreak i know, and beethoven never had these problems because he could feel and he knew that fire and hearts do not mix, and neither should deceit, but pretty boy you tore out my heart with burning hands and kept it in your back pocket with all the others, and i never said otherwise because at least i was something to you even if our hearts beat to different drums, and explosions, and cracked ribs that you'd like to take because my heart wasn't enough and you needed pieces of me to make yourself feel whole. and i wish i was a little more selfish because i'm stuck with a carcass of my old self and the buzzards don't care of the shell i am now; made up of frozen sno cones, and your eyes.
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
one for two
you cut open my core and threw my insides at the walls with all of your indecencies and heedless galaxies that i'd try to explore, but you kept closed, and gravity; my feet on the ground as they should be, as musicians and stupid poets like me dedicate promises we're positive don't change how you love. and i figure you to be my supernova. this abominable disaster you've caused transformed me into the ink blots splattered and messy and unconstitutional cracks in the ceiling that we think to fix but never quite have enough spackle. and i'm **** at sewing, but you force me to stitch myself back together for days and weeks until i said, "i want you out of my life" even though we both knew i was lying and desperate to feel something because ****** romantics like me want hermia and lysander, not demetrius and helena. and we can't think without the noise of each other and the constant loose ends that fray, and time and time again imissyouimissyouimissyou. and my silence, your silence is the loudest heartbreak i know, and beethoven never had these problems because he could feel and he knew that fire and hearts do not mix, and neither should deceit, but pretty boy you tore out my heart with burning hands and kept it in your back pocket with all the others, and i never said otherwise because at least i was something to you even if our hearts beat to different drums, and explosions, and cracked ribs that you'd like to take because my heart wasn't enough and you needed pieces of me to make yourself feel whole. and i wish i was a little more selfish because i'm stuck with a carcass of my old self and the buzzards don't care of the shell i am now; made up of frozen sno cones, and your eyes.
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You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Notes On Losing America
You can find me in my room My refuge in a home I have lived in for too long Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone What a good man he was We must stand up to evil Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies But in America today Our greatest enemy lies within, not without Our own government not holding fast To the principles upon which it was founded False illusions that this economic situation Is under control Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills, Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs, Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process And changes in checks and balaces of power We have a false sense of security Big government is hurting us Not helping us TSA pat downs NSA privacy intrusions Destabilazation Over arching centralized government model Begins to take control A New World Order Is what they have planned No more national sovereignty I'm not going to the FEMA camp
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Losing America
Snowday, too, on top of the Monday Fed Holiday. Nations are minds made up. Agreements, elders made with all they made believe. Let's pretend, after seven decades, we are children, let us spout off about absolutes and insoluble angst, natural, in unconstitutional retyings of the national spirit, we the people most exceptionalistly educated and --- Confuse, confuse muse and music? Magnification and magic, majesty and jest, me? My first thought on waking, or reaction acknowledging, science, if any thing is sharp, it was made to become so. Crystal vision, any reader in this medium has, an attainment, merit worn by knowing words hold thoughts and thoughts occur in superstringy gnosisnot.
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Feb 22, 2023
Feb 22, 2023 at 2:08 PM UTC
The Beginning of the last next
Hold tight to that illusion of freedom Like the quilted lies That, drip from your fingertips And throw them into the Darkness behind you like the fabricated illusion Of our own prosperity. Where wrapped in others Silken words of misconstrusion our people lie in wait Ready to cross walls They cannot hope to break down. Our land of the free is priced in expletives Spoken brassly on shining screens As falsified information pours out of It,s limelights. There are family trees burned to cinders. Half off of your freedom! New sale here! Just pay everything you own, And your family ties and voila, Here you are in our free priced land of the free, Your worth decided by your face, Your speech, the hard won calluses On your hands, open in a useless Sign of peace Where the homes of the brave Hold vacant signs and empty people Shells of what they used to be, Standing in as the 2 by 4 support beams. Send your sequin sympathies To those with the money to pay for them, To watch you twirl on stage spouting Shakespearean lines of unfelt empathy Attempting to assuage the audience And pass off inequality as the new normal The power play goes on The curtains close on one more act of Unconstitutional proportions The audience Unknowing Applauds
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
modeerFFreedom
Because nothing says democracy more                         Than sending off the daughters of the poor                         To die for Raytheon and General Dynamics And for the President, whose manly sons Shoot animals dead with their great big guns But when the the bullets, bombs, and shells are raining Those brave lads won’t be found in basic training Since when it comes to the generals’ slaughter They’ll send to her death your little daughter And when the generalissimos yell “Go!” Our Merovingian Congress won’t say “No” They fight the wars with perks and private jets As do their beribboned flag-rank house pets And so our daughters are the harvest yield That must forever rot in some foreign field 1 As for our leaders’ daughters, don’t be so hard - Someone’s got to sun-bathe in Harvard Yard 1 cf. “The Soldier,” Rupert Brooke
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
"All-Male Military Draft Ruled Unconstitutional" - Intemperate Doggerel
Drowning sensations encircled my mind and swallowed every ray of hope I had of seeing you. My doubts spoke but never loud enough to choke out the messages I read from you at night. And no matter how many times you said I love you I could never trust a single one till the last time you said it. And your goodbyes stung the hardest the moments after you left. Because I could never register them. I could never forgive myself for blaming everything on the world and you. And you were my reason for wanting, to begin with. I had never wanted Longed Benignity Wistfully Felt entitled to anything in my life as Much as your love. And every breath I took added seconds away from the day it'd all be taken away from me. We both counted down the moon cycles like tiny thumb tacks falling off your moms favorite poster until it cascaded into the ground and she stopped hanging it up. We were put out to dry because our egos were more of a monster than our imagination at bedtime. And darling your monsters were always heavier than mine, but at least you had the strength to keep them at bay. Unlike all the times you watched mine escape. And because of that I'll never forget that chapter of my life where we argued into the night and scowered our never ending library of mistakes we had marked as UNCONSTITUTIONAL TO THIS LOVE BANK OF AGREEMENTS we never signed. So I left the dotted lines. And the ink from all the pens in our house dried. As your lips parted from mine and I sighed, knowing this would be our last goodbyes. And I finally saw your demons that night. Just like how you always put up with mine. And they were beautiful. Because they all looked like you. And I'll always treasure that memory of how we came to thrive off eachothers being. And how late late at night years after our fighting and constant mood killings and mood swings. I called you. Knowing there was always a piece residing in you That was mine. I love you. Goodnight
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
Returning thoughts
Drowning sensations encircled my mind and swallowed every ray of hope I had of seeing you. My doubts spoke but never loud enough to choke out the messages I read from you at night. And no matter how many times you said I love you I could never trust a single one till the last time you said it. And your goodbyes stung the hardest the moments after you left. Because I could never register them. I could never forgive myself for blaming everything on the world and you. And you were my reason for wanting, to begin with. I had never wanted Longed Benignity Wistfully Felt entitled to anything in my life as Much as your love. And every breath I took added seconds away from the day it'd all be taken away from me. We both counted down the moon cycles like tiny thumb tacks falling off your moms favorite poster until it cascaded into the ground and she stopped hanging it up. We were put out to dry because our egos were more of a monster than our imagination at bedtime. And darling your monsters were always heavier than mine, but at least you had the strength to keep them at bay. Unlike all the times you watched mine escape. And because of that I'll never forget that chapter of my life where we argued into the night and scowered our never ending library of mistakes we had marked as UNCONSTITUTIONAL TO THIS LOVE BANK OF AGREEMENTS we never signed. So I left the dotted lines. And the ink from all the pens in our house dried. As your lips parted from mine and I sighed, knowing this would be our last goodbyes. And I finally saw your demons that night. Just like how you always put up with mine. And they were beautiful. Because they all looked like you. And I'll always treasure that memory of how we came to thrive off eachothers being. And how late late at night years after our fighting and constant mood killings and mood swings. I called you. Knowing there was always a piece residing in you That was mine. I love you. Goodnight
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