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Jan 2014
and i wish you'd stop coming to breakfast
with two black eyes and a dry
tongue unable to create words
behind your tired lips because
you were up all night screaming
at the "mud" dripping down your walls
and please stop trying to convince me that
there is a creature living under your bed when
from what i can tell, is just in your head.
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L  27/F/Boston
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