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Sep 2015
there i was, in a house in the desert
i was in the suburbs
i was cooking in bed

the neighbor's house is freezing
i bet...
i feel like rapunzel of the tower fan

i know i quit but i could sure use
some coffee or maybe, some form of
intoxication and a nap
stuck in a hot place that isn't home.
pussy wept
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   --- and Cheyenne
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