old Helen poem

 

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Killing Me Is Not Going To Bring Back Your Apples (for The Wicker Man)

  Killing Me Is Not Going To Bring Back Your Apples (for The Wicker Man)   Helen, Upon your arrival I swear I smelt Scotland in the fear that I felt of a life that might someday be lived without you   doomed to roam the parking lot country side avenging this thing which needs …

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Care Bears Are Dropping Like Pre-Emotionally Assigned Flies

Care Bears Are Dropping Like Pre-Emotionally Assigned Flies   One: Time keeps stretching past the morgue of anniversaries The distance between things gelded between Shark Week and our abandoned Love Sac Ending just keep on going, shaking piss fits   Two: like flawed parachutes and a mansion of Care Bears screaming waffle scented anathemas on …

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