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Apr 2011
My stomachs rising
I feel my insides contract
i am terribly sick
until I wretch the uncomfortable mess
with a violent howl
that my organs direct
they know what to do
so i let them handle the rest.

I know they'll make me better again.
I was able to get this down between my time in bed and my time heaving over the toilet.
Max Petersen
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