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Mar 2022
Under my sink is a grave
Here lies a cockroach

I don’t think he meant to be brave
Surely that’s just what cockroaches do

Hide under sinks
Waiting for the rainfall of crumbs
After the smell of **** fills the room

A last meal
Perhaps he had made a request
Or perhaps he had made a mistake
Unable to see the difference between
Peanut butter and poison
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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