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Dec 2011
cage me in your chest;
i'm an anxious pet, a hungry dog.
let me chew on your bones,
**** on your carpet,
or air purifier.

trade me like a baseball card.
maybe i will be worth more to
someone else. i never wanted
it both ways, you wanted it every-
which-ways. every witch has her
way.

mess with the bull and you'll get
the horns,
look through my dresser, you'll
probably find ****.

i'm not proud of much, and i'm
certain of even less.
no beliefs to die for, no one
to live for, just suburban
survival, shelter from vultures.
wm jones
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wm jones  Atlanta, Georgia, USA
(Atlanta, Georgia, USA)   
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