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April 2, 2013

fortyfour

Flex that muscle, flex your morals.
Someone blue, someone borrowed.
You bent her to your will.
For all the shit she swallowed.
I still hope it works.
I hope you fall ill.
I hope you get worse.
I hope that buboes erupt on her skin.
Burst from without.
Poison within.
I hope that you both learn the value of sin.
Three times what you pay.
The day you drive off the lot.
In a way, I hope you both still love me.
That you might not forgive yourselves so easily.
Maybe you’ll find out you’re sister and brother?
I’m not one for the soaps, but I’d watch that one greedily.
You fucking deserve it.
Like you deserve each other.

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