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I wish the wicked all that I wish for myself
I have collected resentments like stamps On heavy packages that smack to the floor Of the place I don’t live. I have dirtied myself with their sticky glue And breathed in their old man aroma
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I'd be lying
I’d like to say I was there that my vote counted for more than broken promises that I could tell my lovely wife how my job was safe
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Nothing is too good to be true
I always worry that someone will enter my room unannounced when I’m kneeling at my bed in prayer that they’ll see me and cough and say sorry and leave quietly
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Leave me alone
The day after they split up I decided to sell my memory at a sidewalk sale. A man ran a hand over my skull ‘Why do you want to get rid of it?’
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Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly
After reading 'The Death Instinct', a novel about a supposed terrorist attack in New York about 90 years ago.
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