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Mar 2016
I am a deformed pudding cup
I am the lid that never opens
I am the spoon that bends when you try to get ice cream
I am the piece of tape that never sticks
I am a thumbtack that never goes into the wall
when you try to put me in I just break and fall somewhere on the floor youre afraid youll step on me
I am the rock underneath your slip-n-slide
I am the grass floating in your pool
I am a burnt dry burger with no salt
I am a water gun that doesn't shoot as far as you thought

Iiiii am everything unfortunate
I am the little thing that has to annoy you

I am the pebble in your shoe
I am a forgotten password
I am physics

I am a low quality image
Emily Kincade
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Emily Kincade  The Farming State
(The Farming State)   
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