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Mar 2015
judgement is futile
as are ibuprofen and car-keys
when walking thinking talking
means breathing out poetry in the dark dark
corners of every inch
of the cranium

inundated people
high on drugs or life or love
lumber by me
dream-like                                                           i'm not here
(most of the time)
mostly
sweet ridicule
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sweet ridicule
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