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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac



you have smothered me with injuries and deceit, a thunderous presence in your gaze washed me inside the agony of your mental pyramid. choices made are the sum of who we are, not what we can achieve. you have the buck in your hand to do the right thing. there are no lessons to learn, nor winning or losing to despair over. therein lies only red and blue; only sweet or salty; only smarties or m&ms. a legacy you leave behind when its all over. the knife in your hand gleams with excitement, thirsting for the blood to be spilled from my heart. i close my eyes to smell the lingering sorrows and joys we had. love is but an immeasurable barometer.


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