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13 June 2007

Sit too close

I saw you see yourself

You seemed pleased

But then you told me not to sit too close


Don’t think too close

You’ve destroyed my life

Where did my dreams go

They were hazmat with your placenta

Why was I even there


I am you

Every thing you ever said

Every time I watched you

And you didn’t see me

How could I yell out faggot

And it not be your fault


What do you see now

Not so pleasing

But you did say not to sit too close

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is a really good poem . . .

ddl

10:52 PM  

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