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I name my three favorite

artists; God, your mother,

and your father.

I name my favorite

food; I love you, marinated

in just your voice.

I name my favorite

dessert; you…yeah pretty much

you, yeah…yeah…yeah.

I scream, you scream, we….

OK mainly I scream, yeah

but so what SHUDDUP!

I beg me permission

to say it aloud; that I

want to let you.

I wake, seeing you

in my t-shirt. Wow. No wonder

this one is tight.

I lived for your smile.

You died each day to ensure

That is all I saw.

The child is the father

of the man. I am truly

a bastard.

I return to my

hometown; Unwanted,

population me.

You got pretty on

yo face; I would give you a

towel but fuck that.