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Dear Sandy:

10/30/2012

2 Comments

 
In the event that something
Should happen to me:
Nothing makes sense
And people are fucking assholes;
Consider this my last and final will;
I have been:
A heart shaped heart;
A wound shaped wound;
A memory without a frame;
A stolen dream of duct-tape
And sunshine;
I have dreamed;
Roadkill and belly scars;
Beautiful is useless;
I have loved
Uselessly;
Words either fake or
Not enough; I have poured
Weightless and foreign;
Fat ugly holy shitfaced;
Words; I have 
Neglected many things;
Like
That spot
On the back
Of your neck. 
2 Comments
fartypants link
10/31/2012 09:43:53 am

killer last line. near perfect. for me anyway. . .

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Thor
11/1/2012 03:29:43 am

The last line is the weak part of this poem. "killer last line" my ass.

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