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I have the kids today.
and the haunted house
with the knife marks in the wall
and the kicked in doors and cabinets
that hole from when you threw the candle
and all the damage that you can’t accept
now I’m actually kind of glad that the green minivan got totaled
that was covered in your spit
when you missed me
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This is a poem from the heart about noone in particular. Enjoy!
Thick with emotion. I like it.
But you do take ownership of it, thankfully.
Ah, custody arrangements and the bi-weekly meeting of the fuck-you eyes…
thank you! I really need and appreciate the encouragement.