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my god

my god
he was stunning

wearing his billy the kid
six gun smile with a loaded briefcase

he made a career
of cheating on his wife
in beautiful suits

an arrow carrying
every possible justification in his quiver

we made love in a rising elevator

because mount olympus
didn’t have
any phone booths

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