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Post-modern breakup poem When you look at me now. Your voice and words are kind. But, the look in your eyes Is telling me That the serial killer inside Is eviscerating Whatever feelings you have left for me. That's okay. If you ever get the courage To look into my gaze, You'll see the exact same thing.