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God likes Red Hair



The fish are still

In the shallows of your soul

But you get what you pay for



I think I’ll open a vein and call for a nurse

She’ll bring a needle the size of your heart



You would wonder what

I’m talking about if

You had a stick so long



It’s a contest to see who really ruined everything

And I’m gonna make a play. Who knows?



It hasn’t crossed my mind

In two pages of quelling rages

No more will I see you



I seem to do everything in five stanzas

It’s a pattern in a Universe where random is a pattern

And nothing gets done if it doesn’t break the mold



You did so long ago

And you’ve made your one

And only come to you again



Jan '13