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Jun 2010
bad work ethics makeup for all my perfections
clean ordered pair broken into a lot of mispoken words long ago
an admission of missing this bond is telling the past its gone while holding on
with undead hands bursting open with new fingers
fingers ripe , and pulsing
alive
open and scarred
waving at nostalgia
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Chimera melons
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