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Oct 2012
I could really go for some sort of surgery right now.
The sort that I could just
open my chest like a door,
swing it open, creaking treasure-chest,
to reveal that throbbing *****,
just to make sure it’s all connected,
because I swear to god it’s there,
but I can’t help but do more than  gaze at it with disdain
and mild amusement.
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