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I wrote this poem in tenth grade, so maybe it is immature. It's a hate letter.

seems I've got it
in a nutshell.
throw it in the river;
it's gone.
and even if it were you
sweetie
in cement shoes
I couldn't be happier.
and, yes, I did it
I did it with a razor
humming janes addiction
shaking.
can't you feel it?
I can.
got a little blue pill