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.............. I am back from the wild with my bucket of perch.
Damian likes to run down me and my poetry even though he hasn't read any of it.
He's practicing for when his newborn grows up wanting to be a star on Glee.
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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