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  • If
    I were
    an alkaloid monster king
    and if you were
    my sorry and blue voodoo queen,
    I'd promise to keep the avalanche a secret,
    I'd promise to always talk calmly
    even though I know
    I'm in a hurry
    that photograph of you
    has been terrorizing me.
    in fact
    it's gotten me
    in a nervous existence.
    I feel like
    I got a big baked potato
    right up my sleeve,
    I feel like
    I suddenly got the talent
    to change my memory,
    I feel like
    I got to tell you something, honey
    and that's
    why don't you
    come home with me?
    ©2015 Miles Ciletti
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