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Sep 2013
Teach me what it feels like to lose everything:
Grab the gun
the bag
the bottle
the noose--
Feel the texture:
cold
synthetic
smooth
fibrous--
Hear the whispers:
blaspheme
encompass
comfort
lie--


-LP
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