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ChildhoodWe grew up in the muddy puddle / That was our coffee / In a begrimed little café.

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Jun 19, 2013

Microwave cooking for oneI have been licking the cream off / The nothing I was forced to cook from the book I bought. / I am Charles Bukowski waiting to rupture,

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Jun 18, 2013

UnlikelyEveryone will be hiding something / Concealing so much reality / Underneath boredom and structure

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Jun 19, 2013

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