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Feb 2013
Yes
I will turn on the music
turn on the vibrations and
listen to the rhythmic
beats in the background
while drinking red tonic in a
broken glass;
but at the end of the night,
I will force myself into unconsciousness
and depend on the blackness of shut eyelids
to get me through to the next day.
Kendra Gibson
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