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Apr 2010
Pre
  serve myyyyy
                      bones.
I've been delayed,
a breath betrayed
by getting paid
and it cuts me to my roots-

So send it all,
         send it all
       so send it all
         send it all
back

Pro
   tect meeeeee
why        ?
         What do I warrant
         less than a torrent
         of ambiguity?

**** it all,
    just **** it all
**** it all, all only time
       picture this

fixtureless and frozen
captive and hope is this
a smolderer
heat below the ice
confused by up and down as sideway is just as respectable

help with thisssssssssssss
this pile of lines scream make me a circle.
and my stack of circles reply with I'd rather be a cloud.

the clouds have coughed
and coated me with coats.
You can't adjust the wind but you can jump off the boat.

It's like wine
made in      the gutter
fermented by the sun,
broke the diatribe's flutter.
I exchanged the anger for a bottle
for my cellar.
Written by
Nicholas Pugliese
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