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Wednesday, 8 July 2015

I Have a Confession

The flayed squirrels
in the yard
are dead
because of me

The exuberance
of skinning them
felt better to me
than Ecstasy

My parents are worried
"this is not good
for a nine year old boy"
they said, shuddering
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