Caring Mary

So you keep wearing That same small dress Bona fide popstar Borderline slut. You make the same dish And everyone eats, Delicious, As you stuff them With antacids, Clinging to musical relevance. The world has touched Your body With a similar rhythm, Until they tire of you And those monotonous thighs, And a life That lacks originality. How dare you even Compare yourself To Einstein’s legend.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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