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Oct 2016
what will I be worth
when I am no longer
19
my young naive appeal
to the forty-year-old's
with cash in hand
they'll go somewhere else
who will want me
When I am no longer
19
20
21
I'll be too old
for these lackluster fillers of my time
I think
it seems
death may come sooner
than originally thought
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   Dorian Zorne and AJ
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