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Be Mine My mother served green eggs and ham for St. Patrick's Day, she thought it was funny it only made me nauseus I waited until Valentine's Day slit my wrist and served her red eggs and ham it had the desired effect, a depressing holiday a sullen girl sits under a streetlamp springtime dripping yellow from her eyes though it is January ran over a cat, driving, watching her can't sleep at night, only after sunrise do the nightmares disappear, the turbulence vanishes as the torrential rain wakes me in a cold sweat on the couch fearful of the bed each time I swear it is the last then fail again as I fall again from supposed sanctity into subtle sin you are as pleased being falsely pious as I being piously false doctored into your synthetic symmetry chemicals create my synthetic soul you whisper that you understand when really you know nothing for I am the sullen girl standing in the doorway, smoking, waiting for the sunrise, thinking lustful thoughts though no on is around for there is nothing left to think no fulfillment, just an end |
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