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Aug 2011
Like a cyst
you're always there
ugly and apparent
your words like
a common cold
messy and lingering

How on Earth did you do it?
Penetrating this fortress
laying new foundations
sprucing up the joint
and then tear it down
without remorse

Ah well,
at least I haven't got AIDS

unless

that was
your great
finale.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
662
 
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