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Jun 2014
you can **** any time and
any place you want.
I don't need money or stability
to survive.
the global flakes of atrophy
and the dead stink of
routing fish clinging right on
human animals secures
me in antigrowth.
I am a bee or a *****
the auburn eye
scatters empty
and I miss the smell
of your **** on me
matt nobrains
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matt nobrains
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