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my enemy is alive and well and living in a house in new jersey just kidding he lives in some bum fuck town in vermont not far from a cemetery my daughter is under his roof now while the dead grow in his basement like weeds she lays asleep in bed thinking he can keep her safe this fool who isn't even funny enough to wear bells doesn't know the dead are crawling his walls watching his every move his joy is arsenic and aspirin and my pain is alive with the dead all their hopes buried in graveyard dirt i don't mind digging in the middle of the night my sadness calls to them and they come bringing gifts from the abyss i whisper to them that they matter and their stories fall like pennies at my feet i cry for them because they are me and I am them spirits i call to you to watch over my child one day she will hear your stories like i do keep my daughter from danger keep her from lies keep her from the end that is so close to here and i promise to hear your stories until I am gone dead friends descend upon me whisper to me the secrets of the universe and i will hold you in the night i will be you dark mother i will be your home
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June 2023
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