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Jan 9
Polite pollution
architect of fantasy.
No foundation but dug deep
Poured in
Soak and steep
flee.

B.P.
Pay me your reparations,
So I can get myself clean.
The oil clings
In iridescent rings
On everything.

And I just want my music,
And my couch,
And my favorite things
Without the sting.
Written by
Jordyn LaRaye  29/F/Portland
(29/F/Portland)   
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