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May 2014
this body aches
from my mother's house
from the lack of nutrition
from the fresh burns
but i promised I'd stop
but I promised
but you aren't here to stop me.
I'll smoke as much **** as I need to.
and fantasize about the intelligent, soft-spoken
well-worded
perfect everything
he likes my poetry, and says it reminds
him
of Simon Armitage
beards and lighter burns and sleepless nights before heavy shifts at work.
Invocation
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Invocation
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   Hayleigh
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