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Posted: December 20, 2015 in poetry, writing
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I believe in unicorns more than I believe in truly good people,
But there you are;
Some soul-bearing articulate set of eyes with a martyr complex.
Bottles make monsters out of those like me,
And they kill the kind slowly,
One heartbeat hiccup at a time.

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  1. OT says:

    a portrait of the pop-culture contemporary; “good” is as twisted and tangled as anything. some great lines here:
    “Some soul-bearing articulate set of eyes with a martyr complex.
    Bottles make monsters out of those like me,”

    Like

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