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Natural Disasters

I have lately become concerned with the overflowing bottle inside of my bag

 

Not the one half filled with liquor

 

But the storebought 8 ounces of water

 

Distilled from the mountains of somewhere I haven’t been

 

It’s not so much that the fabric is wet

 

In fact, the whole thing is very much dry

 

It’s just that I’m terrified of the water

 

- which i feel so certain is leaking out -

 

Staining my last 5 dollars

 

That pretentious book I’m reading

 

And my favorite picture of you.

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Jun 2, 2010
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