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September 13, 2010

You were a good girl once
I am a robot of words
Your silver fork sharp
And my mouth wide open
Feeding me was a travesty
Unless it is oysters

Forget I play guitar
I will forgo your skin
Forgive my world view
So I can disobey
But maybe if you call
I will text you: ‘bark’

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