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Oct 2015
the beer bottle
falling over
and shattering
before it is reached
is its own
master.

remain
a stench
on the floor
in the morning.

paved hands.

sewage tunnels
cleaning through
the body.

a spirit sways inside.
i have become the beer bottle falling over and shattering before it is reached.
Written by
mike
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