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Sep 2020
stinking of abandoned houses
and sedan ripened lotion
criminally fragrent
and blown out of the most
blistering proportion
dotting the suburbs
with used needles
all the better
to puncture the inner sanctum
relapsing on over the counter
anti-venom
like always
while fainting as the cops
waive your arms in the air
saying "i did it"
for you
well it wasn't you
so don't take other people's
credit
Written by
Chris D  29
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   Bogdan Dragos
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