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The New Tropics.

Tough talk,

if it hits the drain, bubbles just like gut rot.

 

Punk rock,

she was starved but survived when cut off.

 

Arrival of the fittest,

is that lion's growl or kitten's meow?

 

She of grace & grit, made a meal out of my nerve.

Said: "Goodbye's for other times,"

but I couldn't track the curve.

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May 21, 2013
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