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neal's pizzeria
 
6.6.03  
this poem is dedicated to anyone who ever liked me and was not liked back

I am a jerk.
I deserve to burn,
swallow my words on fire.
Sink a knife and turn

With luck you'll miss my heart,
let death slowly sweep me from the floor.
Finally my screaming soul,
will bother you no more.

Lost at home I shiver shake
not sure of what is true,
For now I feel what I did
when I shut off you.

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