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Apr 2015
I’m chasing an early grave down Euclid Ave
and no one is looking in the right direction

Did i mention i was on fire?


This is store-bought depression
with the white plastic bag that says THANK YOU in red lettering
Now its turned to blood
This is how you feel
when you can’t recall where you were during 9/11

Give me your mass-produced discontentment

I want to smoke and not die
Sometimes i dont want to die at all
Today the oldest person in the whole-wide world took her last breath
she was 117
On her birthday last march she said her life felt too short

Where the **** does that leave me

I wish i were born a lobster so id
get stronger and meatier with age
and then when I’m at my prime they’d ****** me up
to sell on the market for a few hundred dollars

When you devour me remember to wear something nice
JC Moyao
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JC Moyao  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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   ---, bleh and SPT
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