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i don’t want to build bridges.
i want to burn them.
i’ll have to steal my wings
because i’ll never earn them.
i think such thoughts,
how high they loft!
i plot their dots on
rorschach inkblots,
and i sit so still,
with the coldest chill
as i let out words,
that slice, that kill.
so take solace in ambiguity,
as i take mine in ingenuity,
where i’ll engineer my own career,
through villainy and impunity.

-m.p. 07/09/2014

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