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Squishy

I often begin my poems right here directly inside of this box this "body" and I think that it's really the only way to put out things I like It's fresh and raw and a little bit squishy but that's okay some people really like squishy here I am in this squishy little body this raw poetry the only time I will ever like this poem is when I can still feel the salt crusting over on my squishy cheeks and I've never found it so difficult to type out the word "squishy" so many times in a row my face feels so crusty but at least it will taste nice to a passerby who may happen to lick it I often regret poems but this one is squishy and some people like squishy so I guess I like squishy.
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Mar 5, 2013
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