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Kyle Land
Poems
Mar 2017
Everytime you purse your lips, I roll my eyes.
There once was an
awkwardly boyish man who
liked to pick his nose,
especially in public.
One day the man, upon encountering
a monolith of residue, picked too hard
and scratched the inside of his nose, which
began to bleed.
For the entirety of his day, he smelled
the gooey metallic substance swell
throughout his nostrils and tighten
into a scab.
#story
#weird
#simple
Written by
Kyle Land
New Mexico
(New Mexico)
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