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Jul 2021
I'm going in fast
Gonna find a better way to make an end of everything I've never started

I'm starving dead last

Yellow ghosts let me pick up all the scraps from underneath the tables

Counting all her Problems

Never contemplating what it takes to disassemble my desire

Easy like the rest of them

All the men and all the women gather in their tiny broken houses like they

Know what’s going on
If nothings ventured nothings gained
Johnny Dust
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