Dali: Poetry
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A Gary Coleman Christmas - For C. W.
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My hair is falling out
 and down like snow that's colored black like you. I pull it out every time I think about this mess were in. An affair, and a corazon I can't possibly win. It seems that we're always rushing around to undress and dress one another this winter. Gotta get enough booty in because your bitch is coming home soon. Boy, you still make my fucking heart swoon. My hair is falling out and down like snow - faster now. It's colored black like you. It's falling on you, on your little boy smirk, on your Gary Coleman quirk. I remember something you told me once - People used to mistake you for that little bastard when you were a boy. Now people don't mistake you for the bastard that you are, boy. Look at this ghetto winter wonderland we've created. On the bed lies the Gary Coleman Christmas card you gave, notated with the words "I love you." I tear it up and throw it in the air. It falls down like snow that's colored black like you. I'm left with little pieces of you and Gary Coleman, unfortunately, all over me. That's it. No mas No less this Christmas. |
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