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Je ne suis pas sur Terre pour donner des cours de solfège aux oiseaux
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Childhood Memories
Time became lost,
As i relived the memories flashing through my mind.
Wanting to explode from my mouth,
Poisonous words clawing up my throat, choking me.
The words i had practiced over and over again in front of the same mirror for years
It was dragged back down my throat,
Dissolving into the acid of my belly,
Never to be heard,
But by the ears of my screeching mind.
They could tell that they had gone over the line.
A simple question had been asked,
Then silence clung to the awkward room.
She realized her mistake
Concerned when signs of anguish showed in the flash of eyes
Quickly looking away,
My jaws clenching.
"So, tell us all about
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Supposed to, but
You're supposed to be there for me
But you really never are
You're supposed to know me
But really you don't know anything
You're supposed to chase me when I run out of the room
But you never leave your chair
You're supposed to love me when I'm happy
But instead you bring me down
You're supposed to hug me when I cry
But instead you just hit harder
You're supposed to know when something's wrong
But instead you just make things worse
You're supposed to miss me when I'm gone
But I doubt you'd even notice
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Reims
Dead or Alive
Cultured
"How can I help you?"
"What."
"Sir?"
Rain came down in heavy solid sheets of steel. Nothing was warm. Fremont's eyes followed the edge of his vision. Up a wall, across the ramshackle ceiling and down the opposite wall. All three scans were interrupted by sagging shelves leaking miscellaneous crap. The only illumination was a green tiffany lamp that illuminated the only clean thing in the store: the counter.
"Sir? Are you going to buy something."
Fremont looked down. In his hands was a square poece of paper. He unfolded it into a larger piece of paper. On it said "The Gun."
"I'd like to buy the gun."
"Anyone you
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