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Espionage

secrets began leaving the building bar codes covered the license plate's threats intimidation badgering and fear meaningless arousal I began to focus on her treason again a righteous over reasoning I was selected poet of Florida four years in a row inspired by montel williams and ms. survivors i'd completed my poem mattie for the disabled child poet stepenek seated in mark ober's building on twigg states attorney jim shoemaker having a panic attack following a murder trial who was my imposter she wore dark skin and a very odd grin why my death enticed her I began to feel empty again espionage a disease she was spreading. quickly throughout civil liberties finally I could go to the restroom without fear finally I could speak without panting my imposter was a treasonist stealing my passport to re enter canada i remembered the pelicans swooping their dinner over the seminole valley the whooping crane standing in the merky waters as alligators strolled by i'd remember thee imposter jane a ladder up to my window pages ripped why she latched on to my identity with a fierce strength a severe stronghold why she believed she was me side by side the fbi 1994 investigating police corruption Jane was now a mole planted by corruption for the purpose of infiltrating fbi witness files to sabotage an entire ongoing corruption investigation an entire police department therefore killing me the actual witness everyday was the fourth of July my location constitution Blvd Arlington heights cemetery awaiting the flag to cover my coffin Jane relocated crime and built a city on that ongoing corruption the mother whose grandfather protected the bischops in rome in wwll why she believed she was me 1989 a witness from chicago a poet from tampa 1999 to 2005 standing before me four gunmen one seated in a tahoe with jane the imposter the treason had began to explode before me jane watching her gunman pointing the gun in the crowd of children alerting the three other gunmen while murder occured at my feet i sat covered in yellow tape sitting in a pool of blood i began to find peace in a mans death during the assumption of mary after mass i was to be assasinated and replaced by treason it was my german diplomatic passport to be duplicated in canada dubai mumbai london and turkey i thought of frankfurt augsburg munich italy and spain while panting my name over and over again

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