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I’d feel better if My rage were a useful Friend but How can I point the Arrow of my fury at 12 different bullseyes and Hit them all? Turn...

Lips graze my wounds, Which sting and throb painfully. Yet a point where Heart, throat, and solar plexus Collide Soars and whoops and...

She says she was on the phone for Thirty minutes THIRTY MINUTES mind you Trying to get it into his thick, ham of a skull that she just...