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Jul 2010
this morning i tripped
over a a sleeping body lying on the floor.
cigarette butts and bottle caps
broken glass and stray nick bags

naked cuddling bodies behind every single door
[except mine of course]

this ****-hole smells like stale beer and ***
and the sink is full of week-old ***** dishes

honestly i wouldnt give a ****
that this house is falling apart
if i hadnt been the only one
who woke up alone
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RIGAAL
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