my silent undoing
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Burn
I am flammable, An intoxicant. People Who talk to me say "You have lovely eyes, Then leave me alone at the End of the night, go Home to their warm beds. And I just stagger And burn: burn everything that
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A Cliche
It's a cliché; my life is getting old. People are beginning to tire of my cries for help, My cack-handed attempts at self-immolation. Even the Samaritans don't bother to get back to me. The day in hand is getting out of hand,
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Heroes
The Goths are perched like crows On the steps of Town Hall, their Beady eyes staring-out the passers-by. I shuffle past, feeling naked all-of-a-sudden, My sword-hand tucked firmly into my jacket
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The Santa Slayer
Santa Claus lay dead on the kitchen floor, his lifeless body a mess of blood and peroxide facial-hair. Xander lifted up the head, examining what remained of the jolly man's face for a brief second before dropping it rather unceremoniously back down again. And then he lit a cigarette, and lapsed into one of his famous Moments of Quiet Contemplation.
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That Night.
I never thought that I would miss you; never knew How deep your stain ran Until I tried to Be happy and kept failing, Catch as catch can - Remembering the Night that you undressed me, took
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