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midnight didn't follow me
but sat in the streetlights with those men long into the night when i should have been asleep i heard the pretty girl with the sad eyes weep he laughed with his friends while we sat in the corner watching him torture the parrot that was used to transport cocaine it was a cartoon the screams the blood weren't real the parrot had green wings the color of easter basket jelly beans he smelled like whisky and cigarettes everyone was afraid of him i was too had a different girlfriend tucking me in each night pretty barbie dolls with sad eyes and closed lips they were kind voices like whispers soothing in small increments one weekend he gifted me a kitten i named it midnight there was a party in the parking lot i was counting motorcycles counting cars he swore that midnight ran away when his latest woman patted me on the back i didn't know if it was a warning or a comfort the weekend visits ended when he went to jail i sat in the waiting room while my mom cried the black ink on my finger looked blue in the light he lied told me he just worked in the kitchen but he wore the same smile he had when he killed the parrot
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