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John Beetle
Poems
Nov 2013
Feeling in the grave
I killed the cat that tried to rip my ***** off with his baby claws
Moon is lit
the garbage is out
I feel dreadful and lonely
I feel smiles and laughter
Sad time changing always in the clouds the baby is crying and the mother is out of milk.
A waterfall where people have killed themselves diving down in the rocks
At 9:24 am the garbage is gone
and the next night it will already be filled
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