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May 2017
I'm hung over, I didn't have a bed to my name
I could not sleep in the slumped over state
without a chance that my degree can make me
my modern room takes 2/3's of my wage
I will sell myself for little more than
a cheap handshake can make.
ZOO
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ZOO  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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