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the following is too much of too little. * write it write it write the poem that includes everyone including you there sitting sloppily looking at them flipped precipitating pages of night and remaining unseen unread unknown like a lost thing * no one reads and all remains right for there is little wrong with … Continue reading
she wants my body but it busts by being somebody else who allows himself to be her anybody i ask who is that nobody * write like no one is reading and know that at least one less is if you don’t * the saddest song requires a listening ear to make it … Continue reading
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