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Thursday, January 3, 2013

And He Was Dead


The boiling blood coursed through
My veins, and my mind began
Screaming. Sticky sweat oozed off
My forehead as my foot began
Shaking in a furious pattern. My
Body was telling me to run as far
And as fast as I could. I stood there
Realizing what he had done, even
After, “The Talk.” My palms became
Clammy, and I was losing my grip
On reality. I was slipping into
The great gorges of fantasy. Then,
The anger killed him.

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