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Feb 2015
sometimes I'm afraid they'll lock me up
madness seeping out of my pores
along with ethanol

please stop
I'll tell you whatever
you wanna hear

maybe come hold me
maybe we can share secrets
in person for once

or get so high
we forget everything
but each other

warm my swollen head
on yr cute little belly
Duke Thompson
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