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Jul 2016
My life's an anagram
scrambled on the daily
by the toddler tendencies
of a **** drunk humanity
Single handedly scribbling lines
into the sands of my sanity
like a sapling wrathfully
thumbing it's hancock
through the dew drops
atop my glass canopy
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