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Feb 2014
Peppermint creme-filled fingers
dabble nothing;
sleep through alarms and dislocated anger sockets
every morning.
And there are flyers littering my floor
speaking truths I never wanted
and never knew
through band names shock factoring
their ardent prisons.
Attention is a world currency,
just like ***,
just like symmetry,
and the plates shift
while my plates sit
in the aluminum sink
in my kitchen.
Nemo
Written by
Nemo  Texas
(Texas)   
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