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May 2016
**** rolls downhill
and I'm stuck at the bottom
the smell of fresh air
I've spread forgotten

and all my efforts to ascend
just lead me to frustration
the best that I can hope for now
is bouts of constipation*

warm, fresh blood across my tongue
is all I can hope to taste
from all the times I've tried to climb
and got kicked in the face
Colten Sorrells
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Colten Sorrells
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