| I was wrong
for having faith in people
who needed to teach people
that having faith in people is wrong. |
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| The Victor
That's when I notice
that as you come closer,
instinct takes a gloved hand
to cover the mouth of my conscience
and breathes a hot whisper
into its ear.
The eyes close tightly
and commands are exchanged
with muffled pleas.
It is pride versus pursuit
and satisfaction versus itself.
Your weightless hands
complement my shapes
and my conscience trembles
as a gun is pressed hard
to the temple.
Negotiation
and hesitation.
A decision,
a collision.
Then victim and vandal
fall fast to the floor. |
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| A little over a year ago, as an assignment for one of my classes, I wrote about where and how I will find happiness in the future:
"I will have a small house of my own in a neighborhood with mature oak trees, a medium-sized mutt with a clever name, and a ring of some sort on the appropriate finger to symbolize my commitment to a dedicated relationship. Outside it will be seventy-three degrees and pleasantly sunny."
It's odd to think that there I was, fifteen months ago, in Columbia... describing this very day. |
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| ‡ <--- That symbol is called "double daggers."
Its purpose is as follows:
"Raphael was the ninja turtle who fought with ‡." |
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