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May 2015
I discover I can no longer light my cigarette or
Hold your hand
By  then…
I’d be content spending my entire life
In a bed with radiohead and you have to chew everything I have to eat
At lounge act
You’ll be reading the book for me and we will be in peace.
The Body I was once in
Will be yours forever.
(I only made you up inside my head, ******* Sylvia)
My special talent is to make bad poems.
Kai Relota
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Kai Relota  QC
(QC)   
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