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“How to Not Cross Your Own Moat”

He sits atop a land mine

That is his castle

And

I know

That castle is his jail

Because

.

I constantly

Hear his snips —

Now he wants to

Fight, now

He wants to buy,

And it was never

Enough and

Tonight

.

When I retire to bed

My blood will be

The same color as his

Apologizing for itself and

Swimming beside kitten’s fur.

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