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Feb 2010
Imperfections
You go through my veins

Like Alcohol

or blood

But my body

My imperfect body

is clumsy

My fingers fail to move

So I grab your neck harder

And I stretch my fingers

Slap

Slap

Slap

Nothing

Works.
Written by
J. Walter Braman
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