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as if I would care if I knew where you were

still

I wouldn't care to find you

If I knew where the truth began

and the trail of stale lies ended

still

I would not soon directly behind you stand

as any self respecting bullet shot

can go through one body

killing one almost as easily as killing two

instead

when you were dead or just even barely alive

why, I would stomp upon your shallow hearted

chest in my spiked heels

but only if they were high enough to adequately

pierce

the good heart in which you do not possess

oh and only if the dirt that was caked upon them

was generously laced with radioactive debris

then my aim would be complete

see, that's how much I gravely loved you

once

but no more

one can not find much fault with revenge

when it is nearly begged to be given..........

(Aug. 27, 1997)