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Jan 2012
I want my points
of entry into
states of wanton wide release grace to be
more graceful.

I want enough to
remember what's inside
the room to be able to resist the urge to claw,
drunkenly at the door frame or
**** the door **** because I am so far
gone from grace that this makes sense.

There's so much talk of a wealth divide.
Rich getting richer but what of the trickiest
shitfest yet?  How only grace begets
grace and doorknob ******* makes ******* doorknob
babies,
who'll likely be humpers too.
Natalie Marie Kinsey
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