Mutual Assured Delight

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Polite Poetry 10

 Tuesday  is the Day  of Starvations

I used

to like

the rain.

It would lick

my face   like
Fido or

another stupid

dog name I guess

I was wrong.

Now the bullet

wounds show

from top

to bottom

and I bleed

past tense.
I think

it was raining

when I first gave in

to you and

when I first gave  you up

Or something

like that I guess
With all this


in my ears

its hard

god its

so hard

to remember

do I even


I guess

The hard

-est part

about walking

in the rain is

not  walking

alone but the

cold that




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