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C'mon, Man...Everybody's Doing It

I stare into the mirror and scream
“Never you mind, you mischievous fool!”
I yell in anger and shoot forth
fists balled
glass shatters

Music reminding
time subsiding

And I observe:
bloody knuckles
broken glass
wet eyes
pounding heart

Does this mean it was love?

Author notes

The title does not mean I wrote this because I wanted to copy the people who write about love they haven't experienced and have no basis for, but rather to play on that. It's me realizing that I've finally found some significant common ground with the community around me:

I fucking miss her.

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