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Feb 2010
I found a crumbling ladies’ fan beneath my dresser
It does not belong to me
The edge is very sharp, I could use it to
Cut your wrist and cool myself with
Whatever is in your veins.
It would not look like blood
I feel like you are full of chilled soup
It’s a wonder that you are not yet crumbling or
Underneath my dresser.
Written by
Ado A
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   Malcolm McGill and Leo Pold
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