July Seventeenth, 'Eleven by Hana-Grace Wiebe

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Jul 2011

If obligation is a sin

I am such a fashionable writer

I am Bukowski

My brain swims in chemicals

and

My legs swim in sheet

My mouth moves subconsciously

and

My palms are always numb.

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Hana-Grace Wiebe

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