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Humpers too

I want my points

of entry into

states of wanton wide release grace to be

more graceful.

 

I want enough to

remember what's inside

the room to be able to resist the urge to claw,

drunkenly at the door frame or

**** the door **** because I am so far

gone from grace that this makes sense.

 

There's so much talk of a wealth divide.

Rich getting richer but what of the trickiest

shitfest yet? How only grace begets

grace and doorknob ******* makes ******** doorknob

babies,

who'll likely be humpers too.

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Jan 14, 2012
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