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 Sep 2018
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on the brink of sin;
trees crash into nursing homes
take them away, at peace
14.9.18
 Sep 2018
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down the drain it goes
i should've done it earlier
but now i finally know
13.9.18
 Sep 2018
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i hate replacing
old batteries with new ones
they have too much to live up to
12.9.18
 Sep 2018
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fourteen years ago
fourteen more and i am done for
fourteen miles to go
11.9.18
 Sep 2018
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any chance that i get
i'll be here sipping madness
hating self-pity
10.9.18
 Sep 2018
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254
meghan trainor's voice
seemed to pierce through my elbows
hurt the first time around
9.9.18
 Sep 2018
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of silver and gold
of macrame heartstrings... ouch
of willow, shallow me
8.9.18
 Sep 2018
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come back to the land
of the roses in red hands
of old sameness
7.9.18
 Sep 2018
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retalliation
rehab was uneventul
guess i'm just a weak one
6.9.18
 Sep 2018
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250
abstract blue *******
lies spewing out of sea tantrums
facades for decades
5.9.18
 Sep 2018
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plow through the fields
call ambulances for us
firetrucks won't do
4.9.18
 Sep 2018
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cooking plastic meat
vegetarian gags on tulips
whisper sweet things to me
3.9.18
 Sep 2018
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days for reckoning
"i'll tell you my sins and you
can sharpen your knife"
2.9.18
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