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Aug 2013
you're in Times Square and it's midnight and
all the people you've ever been
are surrounding you,
and they're running to you,
bleeding from skinned knees
(they've all fallen somehow, stumbled over different things)
and there's a ****** grandma in the corner chuckling
to herself and observing the chaos,
glad she can't run anymore
goatgirl
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goatgirl  mountaintops, but in Hell
(mountaintops, but in Hell)   
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