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Nov 2017
Your fingers,
or soft
(I can't see
from here),
round your cart
and brush hair
from your face.
You look like
an oncoming ambulance.
You look like
your father
hates the life
out of you.
You pick out
a mango.
why do i have two poems set in grocery stores?
Written by
croob  M/usa
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