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Oct 2011
I can only sweep the same
place so many times
Thrilling, debilitating way to live
Let's debate about which side should give

No, I won't turn my head
To anything other than hair so blonde and
Bones so long
Watch me as I adjust what's mine
I'll push myself while you keep time
So right
So clean


Our tongues frill and jump
As sarcastic formings flee our lungs
Stick it to me
I'm a sucker for a hopeless case
Don't make me chase what's not there.
Robyn Kekacs
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Robyn Kekacs
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