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2/27/23

February Poetry


"Did you count?
The number of times he said my name in his sleep.

Did you curse?
When the syllables lingered ; hung there like feathers on a dream catcher."

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"You'll do it again. Over and over again.
Fill your vase with wilting petals, rotting stems, and impending doom."


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"In the emptiness, was a perfectly placed allegory."


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"They were all smiles and courteousness.
All wore the same perfume - a subtle kind of eau de toilette, with very telling base notes:
citrusy resentment, musky ill-will, and aromatic ulterior motive."


"If you want transparency, eliminate the sugar-coated variety."


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"You were a plot hole that didn't fit my story; a flawed concept I had to erase. "



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"Just wrap your facade with a neat little ribbon made of treachery, and you're good to go."