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They Tell Me This Will Make Me Feel Better
part three in a series |
| by quayzar |
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Better Off
The seagull lands heavily
something rank
and rotting
in its beak.
Such a lusty treasure
it feels the need
to flap its wings and call
Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at what I have
and you do not.
Another gull lands nearby
not nearly as heavy
grabs
the stinking, dead whatever
and flies off.
The first seagull
and I
exchange a look.
Sympathy can come
from the strangest places.
My Mother Says I'm Perfect
My mother says I'm perfect.
So why do I need you? |
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| February 13, 2004 |
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