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Hatchet

Give a little bit
watch the party go off in a fit
of excitement and calamity.

Oh, a cavalcade of guilt just
washes over me
stained in red
as I raise my hands asking
"Why doesn't he just destroy me?"

Bury that hatchet
and all is forgiven.

Same as my father before me.
Written by Dreamboy
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