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Aug 2013
taste me like the sucker
you bought nonchalantly
at the drug store
picking up your self medication.
the pop you'll **** on
to ease the nausea
to keep your insides in
when they most definitely
will wish to be out.

instead you taste me
like the cough syrup
you guzzle down
finish the bottle in three
bittersweet gulps
that make you cringe
that make you gag.
that's me in that 4oz bottle
380mg of illusion.
m greene
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m greene  lunatica
(lunatica)   
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   Tegan Briant, --- and Nat Lipstadt
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