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Jan 2012
letters are spinning in my head
like some ****** up encyclopedia
or terrible alphabet soup
that spills and spills out of the tin can
and onto the ******* tile floor
that’s already covered in shards of glass
so that I can’t fall onto it
if I needed to fall down on my knees,
if I wanted to, anyway
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