Hey guys, how's your weekend? Guess what? I'm doing freaking great. Here's a prose poem.
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kill the police officer under the lamppost with your silver pistol when you are an animal I saw you wear the faces of the poor for fun and to let loose in river streams the mercury blood you have in your teeth. nobody trusts you. in love with sunglasses and a stress of old blue shirts. again you reach for your girlfriend’s hand and she is a movie poster. and nobody in red scarf. we break down in front of a church and we begin to watch the stiff movement of tombstones. the wind is not so silent.
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