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Bridget O'
I think about you
When I'm full of self hatred
Sinister "friend"
Palos Verdes spoiled brat
Who never felt want
Never understood the pain
And torment
Of a shattered life
And shattered mind
Lost in the emotional chaos
Of your selfish wake
A whirlpool
Reminiscent
Of a white porcelain flush
Dispatching me to
Isolation
- Stephen R. DeVoy
San Francisco, 11/6/1993
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This poem is about a woman I cared a
great deal about. When I knew her, she was pretending to be an activist. During 2002 she showed up at my office as a representative of the Defense Intelligence Agency. You do the math.
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