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Sep 2013
manclimbed
it doesn't matter
that you used to
walk the night
in search of food
and housing.
it means, "I wish
upon a star" became
a wish upon a bar
stool.
our foolish lisp
never quarantined
itself for fear of
loneliness
the stir stick
of caffeine
insanity
(where was
your princess
when the king
-dumb fell)
"well,"
He choked,
"she was busy with
the lampshade..
*or a lack thereof"
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