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September 8, 2006
give me an opportunity.
i’ll punch you in the face,
i swear to it. and i won’t feel bad
to watch blood splatter against
the brick behind you, and I won’t
regret how my wrist burns and aches
for a week or two.
how has no one ever called you
a fucking backstabbing son of a bitch?
i’ll do it. i’ll do it and i’ll feel the crack
of my knuckles on your jawbone.
idiot. i’ll be the man who knocks the boy
the fuck out of you.
