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May 2014
carcinogen fogs will cancer you thick
you will dismiss
the salt stain of a visitor
you will pretend
the Tuesday's are not boring
the coffee is not weak
the room smells like chlorine
remember
you are a girl.
she

smiles for money.
Written by
Claire Collins  nowhere
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     Maia Vasconez, Viseract and Argentum
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