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Imaginary Killer
larrylark

You’ll take her,
 1
just like father took your mother.
 2
Pour her through a strainer and then cover.
 3
Shake her till her pain begins to set,
 4
just like all the others that you met,
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in bars, at bistro’s
 6
weddings and the rest.
 7
 
 
Their screaming lips
 8
now white against the glass,
 9
make you wonder how it came to pass,
 10
that jars stacked gleaming on the kitchen shelf,
 11
speak to you of no one but yourself.
 12

16 Oct 12


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