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Dec 2015
the kitchen counter has been disinfected
we don't have interns here
they didn't clean it
because there is nothing to promise them

i am truly afraid to have children
not because i know they will grow up
it is because they will grow up
they will
hate me
but because it is too easy to see that
there is nothing left for them
its pathetic and easy to forget our victories
the value of the scent in your hair that soothes me

i ruin it, potentially
******* thats reading this come at me bro come here and let me smash a whiskeybottle over your head
Carl Hoek
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Carl Hoek  new york city
(new york city)   
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