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Untitled from long ago
She shot me down again
like I was a clay disk or a pigeon
when all I really was
was not
as noticable even
as a ripple in the ocean
you did not need a detective to see that
I had enough scars around my eyes
and I smelled enough like
single malt scotch to make
a blind man vomit with surprise.
Those were the days
when my brain collapsed
and they fed me through machines
until I blinked for the first time
then nurses left
lacking any interest
you left as well.
