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It was a lonely day at the White House for Hillary. Bill Clinton had yet another “appointment” with his intern, and Hillary was getting tired of it. She didn’t know what was up with Lewinsky, but whenever the young intern helped Bill at a diplomatic event, for example, Hillary always thought that there was a little more helping going on behind the scenes. She couldn’t blame him, her husband had a very busy work life, and due to the often confidential nature of these meetings, she wasn’t ever allowed in. Of course, as much as Hillary hated to...
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Still incomplete
I turn my head around and see behind
a barrage of uncounted centuries
congesting in their endless file the course
of history, pages of the almanac,
extending to the furthest reaches of
recorded time, where paper frays and frames
the forms of kings, and mounds of plebeian dust
ride the backwards-floating wind of time.
In the primal bush in golden sunshine robed,
perspiring blackened topsoil underneath
to cool the crib, the little feet of lizards
now long returned to loam and dirt would drag
their little bellies...
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Giotto’s Campanile Beckons
With a pounding heart I lie in my bed,
Thinking of any possible way
To end myself in my dark and empty room,
I look through my drawer
And try to discern if the quantity of eliquid in my possession
Is enough to stop my heart,
The bathroom is calling me,
I will lie on the tiled floor and rub
The sweet glycerine nectar all over my nubile torso
And hope for a speedy demise,
I hope that I don’t experience the unpleasantness of vomiting,
For my stomach is filled with the oily pastas of the mensa,
I...
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>>8021398
Part II:
Tomorrow I will avoid my usual actions,
Upon my rising from this cursed bed
I will go straight to Giotto’s Campanile,
I fear that I will not finish the meditative march
Up its winding marble stairs,
The fear will exponentially grow as I ascend,
The faces of those that
I am about to cause distress
Are mentally projected on the stone walls
Surrounding the staircase,
WIll I become a suffering tomato
Upon the final plop?
Not a chance,
This plan...
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I feel my pulse beating fast.
In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.
is this worth reading? i was wondering..
>>8020844
Yes, it is worth reading.
