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A Little Black Book
A smile
Thick and to the point
A pigment to negate any choice
bares down and swells
Holding back rye and barley rivers
A tiny quiver
echoes in my voice
held high and stumbled
straight
pride in every chord
crosses carelessly
quick and painfully
monster
monster
monster laugh
Laugh your tired laugh
with me
but hide your ugly face
you amuse me no more.
