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Poetry

The Text has killed its Author

by a.h.s. boy


An exhibitionist, I kept
running through plate-glass
windows to get outside &
tear off my trenchcoat
to show the world
what I'm made of
now covered with blood
& sadness knowing
my genitals were maimed
by foolish intentions

 

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