I'm shaking, yes
it has nothing to do
with you
I'm a shiverer
I like being cold
small amounts of things
that kill
in large amounts
I dislike your painted face
your sparkling sweater
your gaudy baubles
designed to entice
as though you know what I want
you strike me
an animated light-up
waterfall painting
the kind I've seen
at flea markets
I hate that shit
so yes, let's let it die
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