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Apr 2018
with
back pains
colourful
enough
to fill
a widow's
apartment,

and
black soot
smelly
enough
to stink
away
the ugly
friends
your daughter
made,

the
salty *****
is spicy
enough
to swivel around
in an office
chair
(where you
decided
my child-
hood
was to
be
over)
.
a mcvicar
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