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I write to you like a pathetic loser

I write to you like a whining woman

I write to a dead man not afraid

of death if you ever were

I write to you fearing my words

are as replaceable as I am replaceable

as I am no Poet Laureate, but then

how many Poet Laureates did you

fuck with

I write to you and your licentiousness

and your meanness

and your dirty whore talking mouth

I write to you, you trashy

ugly mean oversexed dirty old man

because in the world where I still live

you are one voice and

I can still hear

your heartbeat.

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