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To be in Hell.
Avaricious abundance, announcing
Blasphemous betrayals
Concertina cavorting cacophonous cadence
Depicting death-desired dread
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Group Chat
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
A link to Spotify
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She didn't take the train.
The last time I saw Her. It feels so much more final to say it that way, but I guess it’s the same outcome either way. When I think about it logically, I can understand that She’s never coming
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Semblance of Democracy
[Note: This piece is meant to flow like lyrical rap.]
Is this even a semblance of a
democracy?
Look at the atrocities
