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Chris

Chris,
the pin-striped thoughts
of my mind are gone.
You rode in
on a silver stallion
and I saw a villain.

Chris,
what is evil?
Not good is not the answer.
Stupid, super straight arrows
being shot and killing.

Chris,
the tongue-tied tantrums
I threw have stopped.
I remember you came too early
and, I, too late.

Chris,
I loved her
while you said, “No more.”
She ate the slimy, slippery seminal juices.

Chris,
Today you in front of me naked.
My mind afraid.
Yesterday, she beneath me for pleasure -
she naked - her pleasure.

Chris,
I aborted your lovely gaiety.
I swore, “Jesus Christ!”
She aborted her devoured vagina.
Her love?
Your love.
Chris.

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