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We May Never Speak Again

February12

I don’t bother to think twice
when I tell a lie where I assess
that no one should be bitter.
As long as every muscle contracts
to make my arms and legs move
I barely notice any hiccups
in their steps along the way.
I believe I am like this today
because Her Royal Fuck-up,
mother, showed me how I could remove
my conscience, ignoring facts.
She told her family she loved us –
her body is a seizure,
refusing to consider the price.

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