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19h
the start of the conversation, and you're yelling,
"where has your *** been,"

  he gives you headaches, you're
                addicted to aspirins.

but really what you're asking him,
is whether he was out with the boys relaxing —

he always says, "no, I was just running late"

you tell him straight,
"listen here boy, please stop feeding
me more lies,
              I'm fasting"
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Immortality
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