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Jan 2018
Our love was like a large can of tomato paste
at Papa John's, neglected, red like Papa John's
**** warts

We had it all, the paste, the will to live like
pin worms that squirmed over Papa John's
**** warts

We had it all: sour dough, the ***** to live as pin worms in Chinese
ports, like animalcules slithering over rotten Papa John's **** warts

We had it all: sour dough, the ***** to live as pin worms in Chinese
ports like animalcules slithering over Papa John's rotting **** warts
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