My First Mister

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Red rain.

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Death touched her lips
as she kissed her lover good-bye.

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She tried not to touch his skin...

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knowing the coldness
would chill her.

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As it was...

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she still hadn't cried...

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nor had she decided
who was in the better position.

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The end.

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I wrote that.

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I'm a fucking poet.

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When i'm not writing poems...

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i'm writing eulogies.

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Mine.

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- Yeah? Oh, yeah?
- Yeah! Yeah!

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- Take it easy, fellas.
- My mother...

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a shirley partridge wanna-be...

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would like for me
to go to dental school.

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I can't imagine spending every day
dealing with other people's spit.

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Somehow, i just don't think
i'm the type.

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I think it's just horrible...

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the amount of confusion
and angst...

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that we teenage girls have to endure
regarding our apparel.