Cheryl Bella Horton |
| manipulative, hedonistic, crazy bitch bright as a brand new car you made a horde angry that night with that wholly destructive act that senseless selfish act |
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| you left me helpless let loose among fiends abandoned to feel whatever is left through a caustic fog that will never lift |
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| last night's dream was crying about you in a vast black sea whipped by heavy winds carrying moans of dogs |
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| nothing mattered so much as your worry and wit now the babies are weeping and the dogs are wailing still |
1996 David J. L'Hoste