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"Gripe" by Jenny Santellano
 

i bury

every dead

dream

make love

to the

black

clouds

yet

i curse

at the sun

for not

raining

you

"Forfeit" by Jenny Santellano
 

if there is

a God

i have only

one prayer

that

he will

come down

to meet me

on this earth

chew me up

and regurgitate

my guts

because I’m

tired of trying

i need

some relief

from this

pain

in the ass

called life

or maybe Poe

had it right

and this is

just one

fucking dream

inside another

in which case

shooting stars

are worth shit

and Jiminy Cricket

is a prick

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