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Volumes
were spoken
today.  

I wish to have the ability
to peel back
onion skin
to reveal
anything I want.  Maybe you,
maybe despair,
maybe a darling little boy with
a wire hanger grin and
an innocent jack-o-lantern
in the background.

I am being greedy,
like a child.  I wish to have
it all.  You,
with an amalgamation of
perfect eyes, a perfect nose, and perfect
slim hips.  I do not care if you
say you love me.  
Silly,
love is never enough.
For me.

It cannot encompass the
glue that slides out
of a bottle
and down the binding
of a book.  The skeleton
of this novel
is hard and edged in capitalized words,
like screams.  But its quite alright
because I can lay back
in bed
and see about the ending.  I know
it'll be just as I want it to be.


I never
liked true stories
anyway.

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