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Poetry

we are both libras.

Ashlee:
pencil pushing
inconsiderate
making me
want to kill for it
wanting to know
if i’m shrill for it
don’t you know
i’m the one you’d thrill for it
drill for it
let alone
die and
i’m still for it.

Alyssa:
but this here is the reason i exist
running for the exit
and still you decease and desist
you’re not the one who belongs to
the disease that persists
follow the leader and bring your
please and then this
there’s nothing left
but for you i’ve given shit.
thank you for ending this.
happy birthday.

we were good
i’ll sing it for us both
with my voice later…

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