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Jan 2012
second place ribbons are usually red
they're all i ever win
or lose anyways

so i'll knit myself a scarf from a hundred of the fibers
and when i've clawed at my neck and started to bleed
no one will be able to tell red from red
dead from dead
Pablo Ignacio Marin
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Pablo Ignacio Marin
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