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for a. nelson, okay?
sylvia

Paranoia
 1
Was the poison taste
 2
In his red wine,
 3
 
 
A fleeting scent
 4
Of honeysuckle
 5
A moment of false happiness,
 6
Mine
 7
 
 
I rushed the note, boy, man, lion
 8
I am lynx
 9
Skipping moments of time
 10
 
 
Salavating for the taste
 11
Of Doritos instead of blood,
 12
Leaving you hanging
 13
 
 
Pretending instead. But I'll come
 14
Home in a whisper
 15
 
 
This time, once, dead.
 16
 
 
Poetry is better left for things
 17
     that are too sad.
 18
 
 
     And today boy is your birthday
 19
          So rejoice and be glad.
 20
 
 
Take the notes I make and stick ten
 21
To your head, 'cause boy,
 22
Man and lion,
 23
 
 
No longer am I dead
 24
But waiting, on haunches, to pounce once again.
 25

17 May 17

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classy stuff,

not sure of honeysuckle  but am so sure of Doritos- they are my spirit animal.

i looked at the one i did for you- it was pretty nuts, and the comments are funny
 — DeformedLion

I could never match that one. <3
 — sylvia

damn good.
 — JKWeb

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