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Mar 2011
little black bugs,
behemoths in their
own right,
crawl across
the
surface
of my
carpet
and
ache for
just one
drink
of
my soft
flesh
before I
swat them
away
or
smash
them into
what-
ever
fate
awaits them
on the
other
side
Overwhelmed
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