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Jan 14
The poet's curse. We feel your pain.
We'd rather not but we have no choice.
We need to put it on the page like a
tiny red corpse we never forget. Weep and
pray and deny a god. Death lives inside you.
Written by
Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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