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Apr 2014
I just wonder when its all going to end
when I can stop chasing the cigarette
the addictiveness of sardines mix
into my mouth mixed with mash potatoes
sweetened with charcoal and lemons
and smothered with sweet love of honey and with a swab of pickles on the side
would it stop if I put tar all over it as when I swallowed I digest in intense pain?
or maybe the tar will come out of my eyes in which a vision of black spinach will arise
When will it end?
Will it ever end?
such addictiveness
makes me crave for stomach pains
to stop such a thought from occurring
A simple poem
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