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Oct 2015
Why off myself why off your bedroom light why off the car

For I get off on health and the moon and the girls who belong to no one

Your tears in my skin will wear off between conjugal and prodigal visits like your fake nails eventually do so keep reapplying and continue to spew light from your eyes and mouth  through the 2x2 cell window because it's dark and I'm crippled without it but when I allow myself out of the nucleus of this cell I will give to you as much light as you give to me. or will I be blinded by the overwhelming sky and recede back into the black whole of my-nd sick? it's cold, but I'm safe. safer there. Safer Here, dear.
Ethan Johnston
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Ethan Johnston  Memphis
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